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PHILADELPHIA,  May  %#l,  1787. 

THE  Synod  of  New-York  and 
Philadelphia  did  allow  Dr.  Watts  s 
Imitation  of  David's  PJalms,  as 
revifedby  Mr.  Barlow,  to  be  fun g 
in  the  churches-  andfamilies  under 
their  care. 

Extracled from  the  records  of  Synody  by 
GEORGE  DUFFIELD,  D.  D. 

Stated  Clerk  of  Synod. 


To  the  READER. 

JT  is  acknowledged  by   the  bejl  judges   of  the  facnd  text, 
that  the  Book  of  Pfalms,  in  its  original  drefs,  u  a  Elec- 
tion of  the  moji  elevated  and  fublimc  Compoftiom    that  are  f 
bl found  in    any  language;   and  it   has    been  often  lamented, 
thatfo  much  of  the  piety,  dignity,  and  poetic  excellence  of  the 
criginal  has  been  lojl  in  all  the  attempts  that  have  been  yet  made, 
to  give  us  a  literal  tranfation  of  it  in  Englifh  verfe.      Many 
Chriflians  have  alfo  wijhed  to  fee  the  fubjiance  of  this  excellent 
Colleclion  cloathed  in   language  more  adapted  to  the  brighter 
difcoveries  of  the   Gofpel,    and  the  fate  of  the  Chrfu:n  wor- 
fip  ;   that  they  may  befung  -with  under/landing  and  devotion, 
and  thereby  contribute  to  the  elevation  and  improvement  of  the  - 
Chrifian   temper.      This    has  been    happily    executed  by  the 
Uarned  and  phus    Dr.    Watts,  and  the  Pfalms    which    he 
emitted  have   been  fupplied  by  Mr.  Barlow,   nearly  in   the 
fame  fpirit  and  file,  and  all  heal   references,  which    were 
found  in  Doclor  Watts 's  Imitation,  have  been  carefully  altered 
fo  as  to  render  the  Con,poftion  better  adapted  to    the   circum- 
Jlances  of  Chrifians  in  every  country. 


N       D       E       X, 


TABLE  to  find  a  Pfalm  fuited  to  particular  Subjects 
or  Occasions. 


!F  you  find  not  the  word  you  feek  in  this  Table,  feek 
another  of  the  fame  fignification  ;  or,  feek  it  under 
fome  of  the  more  general  words,  fuch  as  God,  CErift, 
Church,  Saints,  Pfalm,  Prayer,  Praife,  AjUiaiojz,  Gracst 
Deliverance,  Death,  &c. 


ADAM  the  firft  and  fecond,  their  dominion  8.  af- 
flicled,  pity  to  them  41,  35.  fupported  55,  145, 
146.  their  prayer  102,  143.  faints  happy  73, 119.  14th 
part,  94. 

ns,  hope  in  them  42,  13,  77.  fupport  and  profit 
119,  14th  part.  inftrucTion  by  them  94,  119,  igth 
part,  farcified  94,  119,  18th  part,  courage  in  them 
119,  1 7  th  part,  removed  by  prayer  34,  107.  fubthif- 
fion  to  them  123,  131,  39.  In  mind'and  body  143. 
trying  cur  graces  66, 119,  1 7ihpart.  without  rejection 
89.  of. faints  and  finners  different  94.  gentle  103.  mo- 
derated  125.  very  great  102,  143,  77. 

Aged  faint's  reflection  and  hope  71. 

All -feeing  God  139. 

Angels,  guardian  34,  91.  all  fubjeclfe  to  Chrift  C9,  97, 
praife  the  Lord  103.  prefent  in  churches  138. 

Appeal  to  God  againft  peffecofcrs  7.  concerning  our  fin- 
cerity  139.  humility  131. 

Afccnfion  of  Chrift  24,  68,  47,  no. 

Afiiftance  from  God  144,  138. 

Atheifm  practical  14,  36,  12.  punifhed  10. 

Attributes  of  God  36,  III,  145,  147. 

Authority  from  God  75,  82. 
A  % 


vi  INDEX. 

B 

BACKSLIDING  foul  in  diftrefsand  dcfertion  25.  re- 
ftored  51.  pardoned  78,  130. 
g  of  God  on  the  bufinefs  and  comforts  of  life, 
127. 
Bleffings  of  a  family  128,  133.  of  a  nation  144,   147. 

e  country  6c,  147.  of  a  perfon  I,  32,  112. 
Blood  of  Chriit  cleanfmg  from  fin  ci,  69. 
Bool-  of  nature  and  feripture  19,  119,  4th  part. 
Brotherly  love   132.  reproof  141. 
Bufinefs  of  life  bk-fs'd  127. 


CI  ARE  of  God  over  his  faints  34. 
4   Charity  to  the  poor  37,  41,  112.  and  juftice  15, 
112.  mixed  with  imprecations  35. 
Children  pfaifing  God  8.  made  bleffings  127,  128.  in- 

ed  34,  78. 
Chrifl-  the  fecond  Adam  8.  hisall-fufficiency  16.  hisaf- 
cenfiqn  24,68,  iro.  the  church's  foundation  118.  his 
c<— i,  g  the  figns  of  it  it.  his condrfcenfion  and  glo- 
rification .  covenant  made  with  him  89.  firft  and  fe- 
cond coming-  96,  97,  98.  the  true  David,  89,  35.  his 
death  and  refurection  22,  t6,  69.  the  eternal  Creator 
102.  exalted  to  the  kingdom  2,  21,  8,  72,  no.  our 
example,  too.  faith  in  his  blood  ci.  God  and  man 
8y.  his  God-head  I  02.  our  hope  .; ,  5  ' .  his  incarnation 
and  facrifice  40.  the  king,  ?ml  the  church  his  fpoufe, 
4;.  his  kingdom  among  the  Gentiles  72,  87,  132.  his 
love  to  enemies  10,  9,  35.  his  majefty  97,  99.  his  me- 
diatorial kingdom  89,  no.  his  obedience  and  death 
69.  his  perfonal  glories  and  government  45-  praifcd 
by  children  8.  prieft  and  king  no.  his  refurreftion  on 
theLord's  day  118.  our  ftrcngth  and  righteoufnefs  71. 
his  fufferirigs  and  kingdom  2,  22,  69.  his  fufferinga 
for  our  falvation  69.  his  zeal  and  reproaches,  ibid. 
Chriftian's  qualifications  15,  24.  church  made  of  Jews 

and  Gentiles  87. 
Church,  its  beauty  44,  48,  122.  the  birth-place  of  faints 
87.  built  on  fefus  Chrift  118.  delight  and  fafety  in 
St  1  j.  deftru6tion  of  enemies  proceeds  from  thence  76. 
gathered  and  fettled  132.  of  the  Gentiles  45,  47- 
God  fights  for  her  46, 10,  20.  God's  prefence  there 


INDEX.  vii 

IJ2,  84.  God's  fpecial  delight  87, 132.  God's -garden 
92.  going  to  it  122.  the  houfe  and  care  of  God  135. 
of  the  Jews  and  Gentiles  87.  its  increafe  67.  prayer 
in  diftrefs  80.  reftored  by  prayer  85,  102,  107.  is  the 
fafety  and  honor  of  a  nation  48.  the  fpoufe  of  Chrift 
.45.  its  worfhip  and  order  48. 

Colonies  planted  107. 

Comfort,  holinefs  and  pardon  4,  32, 119,  nthand  I2th 
parts,  and  fupport  in  God  94,  16.  from  ancient  pro- 
vidence 77,  143.   of.  life  bleft  127.  and  pardon  130. 

Company  of  faints,  16,  109. 

Complaint  of  abfence  from  public  worfhip  42.  of  fkk- 
nefs  6.  defertion  13.  pride, -atheifm,  oppreffion,  tffc 
10,  12.  of  temptation  13.  general  102.  of  quarrei- 
fome  neighhours  120.  of  heavy  afflictions  in  mind 
and  body  143. 

Compafiion  of  God  103,  145,  147. 

Communion  with  faints  106,  133. 

Confeffion  of  cur  poverty  16.  of  fm,  repentance  and 
pardon  32,51,  38,  130,  143. 

Confcience,  tender  119,  13th  part,  its  guilt  relieved  18, 
32,51,  130. 

Contention  complained  of  120. 

Converfe  with  God,  119,  2d  part,  63. 

Converfion  and  joy  126.  at  the  afcenfion  of  Chrift  no. 
of  Jews  and  Gentiles  87,  106,  96. 

Corruption  of  manners-general  n,  12. 

Counfel  and  fupport  from  Gcd  16,  119. 

Courage  in  death  16,17, 71., in  perfecution  1 19, 1 7th  part. 

Covenant  made  with  Chrift  89.  of  grace  unchangeable 
89,  106. 

Creation  and  providence  135,  136,  32,  104, 147,  148. 

Creatures,  no  truft  in  them  63,  3^  146.  vain,  and 
God  all-fufficient  33.  praifing  God  148. 

D 

DAILY  devotion  ^<;y  139. 
Day  of  humiliation  for  difappohitments  in  war  60. 
Death  and  refurrection of  Chrift  16,  6?.  of  faints  and 
tinners  17,  37,  49.  and  fufferings  of  Chrift  22,  69. 
deliverance  from  it  31.  and  pride  49.  and  the  refur- 
rection 49,  71,  89.  courage  in  it  16, 17,  23.  the  effe<& 
of  fin  90. 


viii  INDEX. 

•   in  God  3,  121.  and  falvation  in  God  18,  61, 

rami  9  /•- . 
,r  and  fafety  in  the  church  48,  27,  84.  in  the  law 
of  God  x  19,  5th,  8th  and  18th  parts,  in  God  63,  42, 

Delivi  m  and  perfected  85.  from  defpair  18. 

from  deep  h  40.  from  death  31,  118.  from 

oppreffion  and  ialithood  56.  from  perfection  53>94- 
by  prayer  34,  40,  1/,  126.  from  fhipwreck  107.  from 
ar  31.  furprifing  126. 
Deiertion  and  diitrefs  of  foul  25, 13,  38,  143. 
Defire  of  knowledge    119,   9th   part,  of  holinefs  1 19, 
nth  part,  of    comfort   and   deliverance    119,    I2th 
part,  of  quickening  grace  1 19,  1 6th  part. 
Defolations  the  church's  fafety  in  I  lem  46. 
Defpair  and  hope  in  d  i.th  17,  4','  -"'-  fro,n  1L 

18,  130. 
Devotion  daily  55,  134,  14*-  on  a  flck  bcd  39»  6- 
Diredion  and  pardon  25.  am  for  J-  and 

hope  42. 
Diftrei'sof  foul  25.    relieved  51,    I 
Dominion  of  man  over  creatures  8. 
Doubts  and  fears  fuppreffed  l^1*  r^3- 
Drunkard  a'nd  glutton  107. 
Duty  to  God  and  man  15,  24- 
Dwelling  with  God,  ice  heaven,  church,  LV. 

E 

EDUCATION,  religious  34,  78. 
pt's   plagues  T05. 
End  of  righteous  and  wicked  1,  3  7 
Enemies  overcome  18.  prayed  for  :-,<,  105.  deftroyed 

12, 76,48. 
Envy  and  unbelief  cured  37,  49- 
Equity  and  wifdom  of  providence  9. 
Evening  Pfalm  4,  139,   I4*« 
Evidences  of  grace  26.  of  iinccrity  18,  19,  139- 
Evil  times  ia.  neighbours  I ao.  magifl  1         ■,  82. 

Exaltation  of  Chrift  to  the  kingdom  2,  II,  22,  69,  72, 

no. 
Examination  26,  139. 
Exhortations  to  peace  and  holinefs  34. 


INDEX.  \x 

F 

FAITH  and  prayer  of  perfecuted  faints   25-  in  tne 
blood  of  Chrift  51,  32.  in  divine  grace  and  power 

62,  130. 
Faithfulnefs  of  God  89,  105,   ill,  I45»   *46.  of  man 

15,  141. 
Falfehood,  blafphemy,  &c.  12.  and  oppreffion  12,  56. 
Family  government  101.  love  and  worfhip  133.  bleffings 

128. 
Fears  and  doubts  fuppreffed  3,  34,  31-  in  tne  worfhip  of 

God,  89,  99.  of  God  119,  13th  part. 
Flattery  and  deceit  complained  of  13,  36. 
Formal  worfhip  50. 
Frailty  of  man  89,  90,  144. 
Fretfulnefs  difcouraged  37. 
Friendfhip,  its  bleffings  133. 
Funeral  pfalm  89,  90. 

G 

GENTILES  given  to  Chrift  2,  22,  72.  Church  45, 
6s,  72,  87.  owning  the  true  God  96,  98,  47. 

Glorification  of '  Chrift  8,  45- 

Glory  of  God  in  our  falvation  60.  and  grace  promifed 
84,97,89. 

Glutton  78.  drunkard  107. 

God  all  in  all  127.  all-fufficient  16,  33.  his  being,  attri- 
butes and  providence  36,  65,  147.  his  care  of  faints  7, 
34.  his  creation  and  providence  2>3,  104,  &c.  our  de- 
fence and  falvation  3,  61,-33,  115.  eternal  and  fove- 
reign  and  holy  93.  eternal,  and  man  mortal  90,  102. 
Faithfulnefs  1  05,  111,89.  glorified,  and  finner  fa ved, 
69.  goodnefs  and  mercy  145,  103.  goodnefs  and  truth 
145,  146.  governing  power  and  goodnefs  66.  great 
and  good  144,  68, 145, 147.  the  judge  9,  50,  97.  kind 
to  his  people  145, 146.  hiamajefry  97.  and  condefcen- 
fion  113,  114.  mercy  and  truth  36, 103,  136,  89,  145. 
made  man  8.  of  nature  and  grace  65.  his  perfections 
III,  36,  145,  147.  our  portion,  and  Chrift  our  hope  4. 
cur  portion  here  and  hereafter  73.  his  power  and  ma- 
68,  89,  93,  96.  praifed  by  children  8.  our  pre- 
ferver  121,  138.  prefent  in  his  churches -84,  46.  our 
fhepherd  23.  his  fovereignty  and  goodnefs  to  man  8, 
113,  144.  our  fupport  and  comfort  94.  fupreme  go- 
vernor 82,  93,  75.  his  vengeance  and  compaflion  68. 


t  INDEX. 

97.  unchangeable   89,   III.   his  univerfal  domi 
•mi  in  hisworks  III,  129.  worthy 
all'praife  145,  146,  150. 

14,  Hi.  profit  men,  not  God  1 6. 
.  1  X,  1:3,111,145  146. 
!,  its  glory  and  fuccefi  19,  45,  U°-  j°yful  r°uml 
08.  worihip  anu  order  48. 
rpraent  of  Chrift  45.  from  God  75. 
( .race,  its  evidences,  or  fclf  examination  26,  139.  above 
rK:  thout  merit  16,  32.  of  Chrift  45,  72- 

an'd providence  5,  136, 147- proving  and 

reftoring  138.  truth  and  protection  57.  tried  by  af- 
fliction i  -.  '  6,  1  i.e.  and  glory  84,  97-  pardoning  130. 
Guilt  of  confeience  relieved  38,  32>5J>  I3°« 

H 

HARVEST  65,  126,  147-  . 

Health,  ficknefs,  aud  recovery  6,  30,  31.  prayed 
for  6,38, 
Heart  known  to  God  139. 
Hearing  of  prayer,  and  falvation  4,  IO»  °°»  i°2- 

/erioffeparate  fouls  1  -.  the  faints  dwelling-place  24. 
Hdlinefs   pardon  and  comfort  4-  ,,  Ilthpart. 

Hope  in  darknefs   13,  7  7,  M3-  of  refurreSion  16,   71. 
and  defpair  in  death  1 7, 49-  and  prayer  27.  for  victory 
10.  and  direction  4a. 
Hofanna  of  the  children  8.  for  the  Lord's  day  118. 
Humiliation  day  10,  60. 
Humility  and  iubmifnon  I3I,   139. 
Hypocrites  and  hypocrify  12,  50. 


IDOLATRY  reproved  115,  135. 
Jehovah  68,83.  reigns  93, 96, 97« 

Jews,  fee  Iirael. , 

Imprecations  and  charity  3.^. 

(•  1  96,  97,  98-  and  l'acrifice  of  Chrift  40. 

infants  139.  fee  children. 

Inftru6tion  from  God  25.  from  fcripture  119,  4th 

arts,  in  piety  34. 
Inlhu.-t-.ve  afflictions  94. 
Intemperance  punifhed  78.  and  pardoned  107. 
Toy  of  converfion  126. 


INDEX.  xi 

Ifrael  faved  from  the  Affyrians  76.  faved  from  Egypt, 
and  brought  to  Canaan  135,  136  77,  10,-,  107.  re- 
bellion and  puniihment  78.  punched  and  pardoned 
106,  107.  travels  in  the  wildernefs  107,  114. 

Judgment  and  mercy  9,  68.  day  1,  50,  96,  97,  98,  149. 
feat  of  God  9. 

Juftice  of  providence  9.  and  truth  towards  men  15. 

Juftification  free  32,  130. 


K 


K 
NOWLEDGE  defired  19,  119,  9th  part. 


LAW  of  God,  delight  in  it  119. 
Liberality  rewarded  41, 112. 
Life  andriche3theirvanity49.1hort  andfeeble  89,90, 144. 
Longing  after  God  63,  42. 
Lord's-day  pfalm  29,  1 18.  morning  5, 19,  63. 
Love  to  our  neighbours  15.  of  Chrift  to  finners  35.  of 
God  better'  than  life  63.  of  God  unchangeable  106, 
89.  to  en^nves  109,  35.  brotherly  J33. 
Luxury  punifhed  78.  and  pardoned' 107. 

M 

MAGISTRATES  warned  58,  82.  qualifications  101. 
raifed  and  depofed  75. 

Majefty  of  God  68.  fee  God. 

Man,  his  vanity  as  mortal  39,  89,  90,  1 44.  dominion 
over  creatures  8.  mortal  and  Chrift  eternal  102.  won- 
derful formation  139. 

Marriage  myftical  45. 

Matter  of  a  family  101. 

Melancholy  reproved  42.  and  hope  77.  removed  126. 

Mercies  common  and  fpecial  68, 103.  fpiritual  and  tem- 
poral 103.  innumerable  139.  everlafting  136.  record- 
ed 107.  and  truth  of  God  36,  103,  89,  136,  145, 146. 

Merit  difclaimed  16. 

Midnight  thoughts  63,  139, 119,  5th  and  6th  parts. 

Mimfters  ordained  132. 

Miracles  in  the  wildernefs  114. 

Morning  pfalm  3,  141.  of  a  fabbath  5,  19,  63. 

Mortality  of  man  39,  49,  90.  and  hope  89.  and  God's 
"tycjo,  10%, 


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INDEX. 


N 

NATIONS  fafcty  is  the  church  48.  profpenty  67, 
144.  blefs'd  andpuniihed  107. 
National  deliverance  67,  75,  7«,  124,  126.  defolation* 

the  church's  fafety  and  triumph  in  them  46. 
Nature  of  man  139. 

O 

OBEDIENCE  fincere  32,  18,   139-   &etter  than  ■*" 
crifice  50. 
Old  age,  death  90.  and  refurrection  17,  89. 

P 

PARDON,  holinefs  and  comfort  4-  of  backfliding  78. 
and  diredion  25.  and  repentance  prayed  for  38.  and 

confeflion  32.  of  original  and  adual  iin  51. 
Patience  under  afflictions  39.  under  perfecutions  37,  44- 

in  darknefs  77,  130,  131. 
Peace  and  holinefs  encouraged  34.  with  men  defired  120. 
Perfections  of  God  III,  145,  J47>  36- 
Perfecuted  faints  35,  44,  74,  80,  83. 
Perfection,  deliverance   from  it  7,  53,  94-  courage  in 

it  1 19,  17th  part. 
Perfecutors  puni&ed  7,  1*9.  M9-  *cir  foll7  I4"  ^ 

plained  of  35,  44,  74,  80,  83.  deliverance  from  them 

Pentveranc'e  138.  in  trials  119,  17th  part. 

Peftilence,  preservation  in  it  91. 

Piety,  inftru&ions  therein  34. 

Pity  totheafflicled4i.    See  chanty,  God. 

Pleading  without  repining  39.  I23-  the  promifes  119, 
loth  part. 

Poor,  charity  to  them  15,  37,  41,  II2- 

Portion  of  faints  and  finners  II,  17,  37- 

Poverty  confelTed  16. 

Practical  athehm  14, 3°«  .  ,  „„„• 

Praife  to  God  from  children  8.  for  creation  and  provi- 
dence 33,  104.  to  our  Creator  100.  from  all  creatures 
148.  for  eminent  deliverances  34, 1x8.  general  b6, 1 45, 
I0  lor  the  gofpel  98.  for  health  reftored  $o,  H6. 
f  r  iiearin,  pray-  66,  102.  to  Jefus  CKrift  45-  from 
allnaUonsgii7andprayer,Tublic65.forprotea^ 

grace,  and  truth  57-  ^  r«mvkncc  and  grace  3*. 


INDEX.  xm 

for  rain  65,  147.  from  the  faints  149,  ir0    for  tern 
poral  bleffings  68, 147.  y'    5         r  tem" 

Prayer  heard  4,  34,  65  66.  in  time  of  war  20.  and  hope 
of  vwftoryao.  praife,  public  65.  and  hope  27.  in  the 
church  s  diftrefs  80.  heard,  and  Zion  reftored  io2 
and  praife  for  deliverance  34. 

Preferring  grace,  38. 

PrrfervationinpubUc  dangers  46,  91,  na.  daily  I2r. 
toh  49         m'  ^  °PPreffionP-^d  io/r*.  and 

Priefthood  of  Chrift  51,  no. 

Princes  vain  6i,  146. 

^f  °f"l?e  'o""'7  and  rCp£n£anCe'  &C-  "*  3d  part. 

Promifes  and  threatnings  81.  pleaded  119,  Ioth  part 

Profpenty  dangerous  y.y,  73.  y  P  n* 

Profperous  finners  curled  37,  49   73 

Protection,  truth,  and  grace  57. 'by  day  and  ni^ht  l2r 

Prudence  Its  wifdom  and  equity/and  «£ £ 
135, 136.  and  grace  36,  147.  and  perfections  of  God 
36.  its  myftery  unfolded  73.  recorded  77,  78,  io7   in 

PfT'  f^',^  ^  35'  ^  8?>  *°4,  107,  147. 

men  65.  for  a  funeral  89,  90.  for  the  Lord's  day  Qa 
before  prayer  95.  before  fermon  ibid,  for  mantes 
101  for  householders  101.  for  mariners  io7  for 
gluttons  and  drunkards  107.  7'       r 

Public  praife  for  private  mercies  116,  118.  for  deliver 
ance^4.  worihip  attended  on  1M!  prayer^fo 

Punifhmentof  finners  1,  11,37: 

QUALIFICATIONS  ox\  Chriftian  ij,  24. 
Quickening  grace  119,  1 6th  part. 


T>  AIN  from  heaven  r3<,  65,  i47. 
p  >  .Rec°very  from  ficknefs  6,  30,  116. 
Relative  duties  15,  133  ' 

Religion  and  juftice  15.' i„  words  and  deeds 
Religious  education  34,  78.  j7< 

Remembrance  of  former  deliverances  77,  143. 


i     N     D     E     X. 

Repentance,  confeffion,  and  pardon  3*.  and  faith  in  the 

blood  of  Chrift  51. 
Reproach  removed  31,  37. 
Resignation  39,  123,  131. 
Refolutions,  holy  I  19,  t5th  part. 

Reftoring  grace  138,  23.  .,':.•,, 

Refurrection  and  death. of  Chrift  2,  16.  of  the  famta  16, 

17,  49,  71.  and  death  49,  71,  89. 
Reverence  in  worfhip'  89,  99. 

Riches,  their  vanity  49-  compared  with  grace  U4- 
Rightcoufnefs  from  Chrift  71. 


S 


S 
ACRIF1CE  40,51,69.  incarnation  of  Chrifc  40. 
I   Safety  in  public  dangers  91.  in   God  61.  and  de- 
light in  the  church  27. 
Saints  happy,  and  fmuers  curfed  I,  XI,  119.  »«  If?- 
the  beft  company  16.  characterized  15,  24.  dwdl  m 
heaven  15,  24.  punifhed  and  laved   78,   106.  Gods 
care  of  them  34.  reward  at  laft  50,90,92.  patience 
and  workVs  hatred  37.  chaftifed,  and  finners 
cd  94.   die,  but   Chrift  lives  102.  punnhed  ami  par- 
doned 106,  107.  afflictions  moderated   125.  judging 
the  world  T49-  .,  .  . 

Salvation  of  faints  10.  and  triumph  18.  and  defence  m 
God  62.  by  Chrift  69,  85. 

Sandlified  afflictions  119,  Uft  pal  t  <m. 

Satan  fubdued  3,  6,  13. 

Scripture  compared  with  natui 
ftruaionfromit  119,4th  part.  d. 

1    and  1 8th  parts,  i 
part,  variety  and  ex. 

Seafons  of  the  year  65,  ' 

Seaman's  fong  107. 

Secret  devotion  1  1 

Seeking  God  63,  27. 

Self-'. 

Sepan :  , 

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I 


INDEX. 

Sincerity  19,  26,  32,  139.  proved  and   rewarded  18. 

p-'leilCu.    1    \j.     ;d    part. 

f.ns  of  the  eongue     *■..  0n  ,  50. 
Slander,  dt;-  offl  ft  3'1>  l2a 

Souls  in  a  :  tc  ^  >4^  ^ 

Spirit  giv  s  ajcenfion  68.  his  teaching  defired 

119,  9th  J 

Spiritual  s  ercome   3,    18,  144.  bleffrgs  and 

pumfhmcT-i 
Spring  of  the  yjar  65.  and  fumHaer  65,  104.  and  winter 

147, 
Stren^},  .epentance    and  pardon,    prayed  for  38.  of 
.  >>   ce  138. 
c'jbmiffion  123,   131.  to  Chrift  2.  to  ficknefs  39. 
Sufferings  and  death   of  Chrift  22.  and   kingdom  of 

Chrift  2,  22,  69,  no. 
Support  and  counfel  from  God  16.  for  the  afflicted  and 
tempted  55.  and  comfort  in  God  94,  119,  14th  part. 

T 

TEMPTATIONS  overcome  3,  18.  in  ficknefs  6. 
Thanks,  public,  for  private  mercies  1 1 6,  Ii3. 
Threatnings  and  promifes  8 : . 
Thunder  and  ftorm  29,  135,  136,   148. 
Times,  evil,,  n,  12. 
Tongue  governed  34,  ^g. 
Truft  in  the  creatures  vain  62,  146. 

V 

VANITY  of  man  as  mortal  39,  89,  144.  of  life  and 
riches  40. 
Vengeance  and  companion   68.  againft  the  enemies  of 

the  church  76,  149. 
Vineyard  of  God  wafted  80. 
Unbelief  and  envy  cured  37.  punifhed  95. 
Unchangeable  God  89,  in. 

Vows  paid  in  the  church    116.  of  holinefs   119,   i  efch 
part.         ^ 

W 

W7"AR'  Prayer  in  time  of  {t  20'  ^appointments 

VV     therein  60.  victory  18.  fpiritual  18,  I44. 
Warnings  of  God  to  his  people  81. 
Watchfulnefs  19,  141.  over  the  tongue  39. 


xvi  INDEX. 

Weather  65,  107,  135,  147,  148. 

Wickcdnefs  of  man  14,  36,  5 r. 

Winter  and  fummer  147. 

"\\  ifd<  m  tad  equity  of  providence  9.  of  God  in  hi* 
works 

Works  of  creation  and  providence  T04,  147,  48.  and 
grace  19,  33,  Hi,  135,  136.  ?ood  works  profit  men, 
not  God  16. 

World's  hatred  and  faints  patience  37. 

Worfhip  and  order  of  the  gofpel  48.  delight  in  it  84. 
with  reverence  8y,  99.  daily  55,  134,  V4  1 .  in  a  fa- 
mily 133.  public  63,  84,  12a,  132.  ablu.e  from  it 

63. 
Wrath  and  mercy  from  the  jndgmen»t-feat  9. 

Z 

ZEAL  and  prudence  39. 
Zion,  its  citizens  15. 


THE. 

PSALMS    of    DAVID 

Imitated  in  the  language  of  the 

NEW    TEST  A~M  E  N  T. 


P  S  A  L  M     I.     Common  Metre. 
The  tvay  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  the  ivicked. 

BLESS'D  is  the  man  who  fhuns  the  place 
Where  linners  love  to  meet ; 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways, 
And  hates  the  fcoifer's  feat ; 
»  But  in  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord 

Has  plac'd  his  chief  delight ; 
By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word, 
And  meditates  hy  night. 
£3  He,  like  a  plant  of  generous  kind 
By  living  waters  fet, 
Safe  from  the  ftorms  and  blafting  wind, 
Enjoys  a  peaceful  ftate.] 

4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair. 

Shall  his  profeffion  mine  ;     - 
While  fruits  of  holinefs  appear 
Like  clufters  on  the  vine. 

5  Not  fo  th'  impious  and  unjuft ; 

What  vain  defigns  they  form  ! 
Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  duft, 
Or  chaff,  before  the  ftorm. 

6  Sinners  in  judgment  mall  not  ft  and 

Among  the  fons  of  grace, 
When  Chrift,  the  judge,  at  his  right  hand 
Appoints  his  faints  a  place. 

7  His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread, 

His  heart  approves  it  well ; 
But  crooked  ways  of  fmners  lead 
Down  to  the  gates  of  hell. 
B  s 


t8  PSALM  S. 

PSALM    I.    Short  Metre. 
The  faint  happy,  the  fmner  miferabU. 

1  HT'HE  man  is  ever  blefs'd 

J.     Who  fhuna  the  Tinner's  ways, 

Among  their  councils  never  ftands, 

Nor  takes  the  fcorner's  place, 

2  But  makes  the  law  of  God 

His  ftudy  and  delight, 
Amidft  the  labors  of  the  day, 
And  watches  of  the  night. 

3  He  like  a  tree  fliall  thrive, 

With  waters  near  the  roc*  : 
Frcjli  as  the  leaf  his  name  fhall   live, 
His  works  are  heavenly  fruit. 

4  Not  fo  th'  ungodly  race, 

no  fuch  blcffings  find  : 
Their  hopes  fhall  flee  like  empty  chaff 
Before  the  driving  wind. 

5  How  will  they  hear  to  ftand 

Before  that  judgment-feat, 
Where  all  the  faints  at  Chrift's  right  hand 
In  full  affembly  meet  ? 

6  He  knows,  and  lie  approves, 

way  the  righteous  go  ; 
But  finners,  and  their  works,  fliall  meet 
A  dreadful  overthrow. 

PSALM     I.     Long  Metre. 

The  diffi  rence  bciivecn  the  righteous  and  the  wicked. 

I   TTAPPY  the  man,  whofe  cautious  feet 
JlJL   Shun  the  broad  way  that  finners  go, 
Who  hates  the  place  where  Atheifts  meet, 
And  fears  to  talk  as  fcoffers  do. 

%  He  loves  t1  employ  his  morning-light 

Amongft  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord ; 
And  f]  \'  akeful  hours  of  night 

With  pleafure  pond'ring  o'er  the  word. 


PSALMS. 

3  He,  like  a  plant  by  gentle  ftreams, 

Shall  flourifh,  in  immortal  green  ; 
And  Heav'n  will  fhine  with  kindeft  beams 
On  ev'ry  work  his  hands  begin. 

4  But  finners  find  their  counfels  crofs'd ; 

As  chaff  before  the  tempeft  flies, 
So  fhall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  loft, 

When  the  laft  trumpet  fhakes  the  Ikies. 

5  In  vain  the  rebel  feeks  to  ftand 

In  judgment  with  the  pious  race  ; 

The  dreadful  judge  with  ftern  command, 

Divides  him  to  a  diiFrent  place. 

6  "  Strait  is  the  way  my  faints  have  trode, 

"  I  blefs'd  the  path,  and  drew  it  plain, 
"  But  you  would  chufe  the  crooked  road ; 
"  And  down  it  leads  to  endlefs  pain." 

PSALM     II.     Short  Metre. 
Tranflated  according  to  the  divine  pattern. 

A&s  iv.  24,  &c. 
Chriji  dying,  rifmg,  interceding,  and  reigning. 

1   1\/TAKER  an(*  *°ver<%n  Lord 
1VX   Of  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  feas, 
Thy  providence  confirms  thy  word, 
And  anfwers  thy  decrees. 

3  The  tbings  fo  long  foretold 

By  David  are  fulfill'd, 
When  Jews  and  Gentiles  join  to  flay 
Jefus,  thine  holy  child.] 

I  Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage, 

And  Jews  with  one  accord, 
Bend  all  their  counfels  to  deftroy 
The  Anointed  of  the  Lord  ? 

4  Rulers  and  kings  agree 

To  form  a  vain  defign  ; 
Againft  the  Lord  their  pow'rs  unite, 
Againft  his  Chrift  they  join. 

5  The  Lord  derides  their  rage, 

And  will  fupport  his  throne  ; 

He  that  hath  rais'd  him  from  the  dead 

Hath  own'd  him  for  his  Son. 


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ao  PSALMS. 

PAUSE. 

6  Now  he's  afcended  high, 

To  rule  the  fubject  earth  ; 
The  merit  of  his  blood  he  pleads, 
And  pleads  his  heav'nly  birth. 

7  Beneath  his  fov'reign  fway 

The  Gentile  nations  bend  ; 

Far  as  the  world's  remoteft  bounds 

His  kingdom  fliall  extend. 

8  The  nations  that  rebel 

Muil  feel  his  iron  rod  ; 
He'll  vindicate  thofe  honors  well 
"Which  he  receiv'd  from  God. 

[9  Be  wife,  ye  rulers,  now, 

And  vorfhip  at  his  throne  ; 
With  trembling  joy,  ye  people,  bow 
To  God's  exalted  Son. 

1  o  If  once  his  wrath  arife, 

Ye  perifh  on  the  place  : 

Then  blelfed  is  the  foul  that  flies 

For  refuge  to  his  grace.] 

PSALM     II.     Common  Metre. 

1  \T7~HY  did  the  nations  join  to  flay 

VV     The  Lord's  anointed  Son  ? 
Why  did  they  caft  his  laws  away, 
And  tread  his  gofpel  down  ? 

2  The  Lord,  that  fits  above  the  ft 

Derides  their  rage  below, 
He  fpeaks  with  vengeance  in  his  eyes, 
And  ftrikes  their  fpirits  through. 

3  "  I  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 

"  And  raife  him  from  the  dead ; 
"  I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne. 
And  wide  his  kingdom  fp; 

4  "  Aflc  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 

"  The  (Uitmoft  heathen  lands  : 
"  Thy  rod  of  iron  fliall  deftroy 

"  The  rebel  that  withftands." 


PSALMS.  ai 

5  Be  wife,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth, 

Obey  f;h'  anointed  Lord  ; 
•    Adore  the  King  of  heavenly  birth, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

6  With  humble  lore  addrefs  his  throne  ; 

For  if  he  frown  ye  die  : 

Thofe  are  fecure,  and  thofe  alone, 

Who  on  his  grace  rely. 

PSALM     II.     Long  Metre. 
drift's  death,  refurreSiion,  and  afcenfion. 

1  TTTHY  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage  ? 

VV     The  Romans  why  their  fwords  employ 
Againft  the  Lord  ?   their  powers  engage 
His  dear  Anointed  to  deftroy  ? 

2  "  Come,  let  us  break  his  bands,  they  fay  : 

' "  This  man  fhall  never  give  us  laws  :" 
And  thus  they  call  his  yoke  away, 

And  nail  d  the  monarch  to  the  crofs. 

3  But  God,  who  high  in  glory  reigns, 

Laughs  at  their  pride,  their  rage  controuls ; 
He'll  fmite  their  heart  with  inward  pains, 
And  fpeak  in  thunder  to  their  fouls. 

4  "  I  will  maintain  the  king  I  made 

"  On  Zion's  everlafting  hill,    , 
"  My  hand  fhall  bring  him  from  the  dead, 

"  And  he  fhall  fland  your  Sovereign  ftill." 

[5  His  wond'rous  rifmg  from  the  earth 

Makes  his  eternal  Godhead  known  ; 
T,he  Lord  declares  his  heay'nly  birth  : 
«  "  This  day  have  I  begot  my  Son. 

6  "  Afcend,  my  Son,  to  my  right  hand, 

>    "  There  thou  fhalt  alk  and  I  bellow 
"  'f  he  utmofl  bounds  of  heathen  lands ; 

"  To  thee  their  fuppliant  tribes  fhall  bow."] 

7  But»  nations  that  refill  his  grace 

Shall  fail  beneath  his  lifted  rod  ; 
His  arm,  mail  crufh  th'  impious  race 

That  dare  provoke  th'  avenging  Godf 


2%  PSALMS. 

PAUSE. 

8  Now  ye  that  fit  on  earthly  thrones, 

Be  wife,  and  ferve  the  Lord,'  the  Lamb  ; 
Now  to  his  feet  fubmit  your  crowns, 
Rejoice  and  tremble  at  his  name. 

9  With  humble  love  addrefs  the  Son, 

Left  he  grow  angry,  and  ye  die  : 

His  wrath  will  burn  to  worlds  unknown, 

His  love  gives  life  above  the  fky. 

1 0  His  ftorms  fhall  quell  the  ftubborn  foe, 

And  fink  his  honors  in  the  dull  : 
Happy  the  fouls  their  God  that  know, 
And  make  his  grace  their  only  truft. 

PSALM     III.     Common  Metre. 

Doubts  and  fears  fupfrefed  :    or,   God  our  defence  from  Jin 

and  Satan. 

1  1\/rY  Goc*>  how  many  are  my  fears ! 
LVX  How  fail  my  foes  increafe  ! 
Confpiring  my  eternal  death, 

They  break  my  prefent  peace. 

2  The  lying  tempter  would  perfuadc 

1  "here's  no  relief  in  Hcw'n, 
And  all  my  growing  fins  appear 
Too  great  to  be  forgiv'n. 

3  tttit  thou,  my  glory,  and  my  ftrength, 

Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread, 
Shalt  filence  all  my  threatening  guilt, 

And  raife  my  drooping  head. 
[4  I  cry'd,  and  from  his  holy  hill 

He  Low'd  a  lift'ning  tar  ; 
I  call'd,  my  Father,  and  my  God, 

And  he  fubdu'd  my  fear. 

5  He  fhed  foft  fi umbers  on  mine  eyes, 

In  fpitc  of  all  my  foes  ; 
I  woke,  and  wonder'd  at  the  grace 
That  guarded  my  repofe.] 

6  What  though  the  hofts  of  Death  and  Hell, 

All  arm'd,  againft  me  ftood  ; 
Terrors  no  more  fhall  make  my  foul ; 
My  refuge  ig  my  God. 


PSALMS. 

7  Arife,  O  Lord,  fulfil  thy  grace, 

While  I  thy  glory  fing  : 
My  God  has  broke  the  ferpent's  teech, 
And  death  has  loft  his  fting. 

8  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs, 

His  arm  alone  can  fave  : 
Eleffmgs  attend  thy  people  here, 
And  reach  beyond  the  grave. 

PSALM  III.  ver.  i,  %  3,  4,  5,  8.     Long  Metre. 
A  morning  ff aim. 

1  i^\  ^^RD,  now  man7  are  my  foes 
KJ  In  this  weak  ftate  of  flefh  and  blood  ? 
My  peace  they  daily  difcompofe, 

But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 

2  Tir'd  with  the  burdens  of  the  day, 

To  thee  I  rais'd  an  evening  cry ; 
Thou  heard'ft  when  I  began  to  pray, 
And  thine  almighty  help  was  nigh. 

3  Supported  by  thine  heav'nly  aid, 

I  laid  me  down,  and  flept  fecure  ; 
Not  death  mould  make  my  heart  afraid, 

Though  I  mould  wake  and  rife  no  more, 

4  3u:  God  fuftairi'd  me  all  the  night ; 

Solvation  doth  to  God  belong  ; 
He  rais  d  nay  head  to  fee  tlzz  lio-Jit, 

And  makes  his  praife  my  mornir-g  long. 


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■44  PSALMS. 

3  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  faints 

From  all  the  tribes  of  men  befide  : 
He  hears  and  pities  tneir  complaints, 

lor  the  dear  fake  of  Chrift  that  died. 

4  When  our  obedient  hands  have  done 

A  thoufand  works  of  righteoufnefs, 
We  put  our  truft  in  God  alone, 

And  glory  in  his  pard'ning  grace. 

5  Let  the  unthinking  many  fay, 

"  Who  will  beftow  fome  earthly  good  ? 
But,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pray  ; 
Our  fouls  defire  this  heavenly  food. 

6  Then  fhall  my  chearful  pow'rs  rejoice 

At  grace  divine,  and  love  fo  great,  . 

Nor  will  1  change  my  happy  choice 

For  all  their  wealth  and  boafted  Hate. 

PSALM  IV.  ver.  3,  4,  5,  8.     Common  Metre, 
An   evening  pfulm. 
1    T    ORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  ; 
I  a  1  am  for  ever  thine  ; 
I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  fin. 

a  And  while  I  reft  my  weary  head, 
From  cares  and  bus'nefs  free, 
'Tis  fweet  converlmg  on  my  bed 
With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  ev'ning  facrifice  ; 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus,  with  my  thoughts  compos' d  to  peace, 

I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  fleep  ; 
Thy  hand  in  fafety  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  my  {lumbers  keep. 


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PSALMS.  35 


PSALM     V.     Common  Metre, 
For  the  LorcTs  day  morning. 
ORJD,  in  the  morning-  thou  malt  hear 
i   My  voice  afcending  high  j 
To  thee  will  I  direcl:  my  pray'r, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 
%  Up  to  the  hills  where  Chrift  is  gone 
To  plead  for  ail  his  faints, 
Prefenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  fongs  and  our  complaints, 

3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whofe  fight 

The  wicked  fhall  not  ffend  ; 

Sinners  fhall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  han<i 

4  But  to  thy  houfe  will  I  refort, 

_  To  tafte  thy  mercies  there ; 
I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
And  worfhip  in  thy  fear. 

5  O  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  righteoufnefs  ! 

Make  every  path  of  duty  ftraight, 

And  plain  before  my  face. 

PAUSE. 

6  My  watchful  enemies  combine 

To  tempt  my  feet  aftray  ; 
They  flatter  with  a  bafe  defign, 
To  make  my  foul  their  prey. 

7  Lord,  crufh  the  ferpent  in  the  duft, 

And  all  his  plots  deftroy  ; 
While  thofe  that  in  thy  mercy  truft, 
For  ever  fhout  for  joy. 
I  The  men  that  love  and  fear  thy  name, 
Shall  fee  their  hopes  fulfill 'd  : 
The  mighty  God  will  compafs  them 
With  favor  as  a  fhield. 


a6  A  L  M  S. 

PSALM    VI.    Common  Metre. 
Complaint  in  jukncfs ;  or,  Vifeafei  beahd. 
[N  anger,  Lord,  do  not  chaftife, 


I 


^   Withdraw  the  dreadful  ftorm, 
Nor  let  thine  awful  wrath  arife 
Againft  a  feeble  worm, 
a  My  foul  how'd  down  with  heavy  cares, 
My  flefh  with  pain  opprefs'd, 
My  couch  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
My  tears  foibid  my  reft. 

3  Sorrow  and  grief  wear  out  my  days  : 

I  wafte  the  night  with  cries, 

And  count  the  minutes  as  they  pafs, 

'Till  the  How  morning  rife. 

4  Shall  I  he  ftill  tormented  more  ? 

My  eyes  confum'd  with  grief  ? 
How  long,  my  God,  how  long,  before 
Thine  hand  affords  relief  t 

5  He  hears  his  mourning  children  fpeak, 

He  pities  all  our  groans, 
He  faves  us  for  his  mercy*  s  lake, 
And  heals  our  broken  bones. 

6  The  virtue  of  his  fov'reign  word 

Reftofes  our  fainting  breath  ; 
For  filent  graves  praife  not  the  Lord, 
Nor  is  he  known  in  death. 

P  S  A  L  M     VI.     Long  Metre. 

Temptation:;  injickneft  overcome. 

I    T    ORD,  I  can  funvr  thy  rebukes, 

I  a  When  thou  with  kindnefs  doft  chaftift 
But  thy  fierce  vrath  I  cannot  bear, 

O  let  it  not  againft  me  rife  ! 

a  Pity  my  languishing  eftate, 

And  eafe  the  Sorrows  that  I  feel ; 

The  wounds  thine  heavy  hand  hath  made, 

O  let  thy  gentler  touches  heal  J 


PSALMS. 

-3  See  how  in  fighs  I  pafs  my  days, 

And  wafte  in  groans  the  weary  night  : 
My  bed  is  water'd  with  my  tears  ; 

My  grief  confumes  and  dims  my  fight. 

4  Look  how  the  powers  of  nature  mourn  ! 

How  long,  almighty  God.  how  long  ? 
When  fhall  thine  hour  of  grace  return  ? 

When  fhall  I  make  thy  grace  my  fong  ? 

5  I  feel  my  fiefh  fo  near  the  grave, 

My  thoughts  are  tempted  to  defpair ; 
But  graves  can  never  praife  the  Lord, 
For  all  is  dull  and  filence  there. 

6  Depart,  ye  tempters,  from  my  foul, 

And  all  defpairing  thoughts  depart ; 
My  God,  who  hears  my  humble  moan, 

Will  eafe  my  fiefh,  and  chear  my  heart. 

PSALM     VII.     Common  Metre. 
God's  care  of  his  people ',  and punijhment  of  perfecutors.. 

1   1VTY  truft  is  m  my  heav'n*y  Wend, 
J-VJL   My  hope  in  thee   my  God  : 
Rife,  and  my  helplefs  life  defend 

From  thofe  that  feek  my  blood. 
%  With  infolence  and  fury  they 
My  foul  in  pieces  tear, 
As  hungry  lions  rend  the  prey 
When  no  deliv'rer's  near. 

3  If  e'er  my  pride  provok'd  them  firft,. 

Or  once  abus'd  my  foe, 
Then  let  them  tread  my  life  to  duffc, 
And  lay  my  honor  low. 

4  If  there  be  malice  found  in  me, 

I  know  thy  piercing  eyes  ; 
I  fhould  not  dare,  appeal  to  thee, 
Nor  afk  my  God  to  rife. 

5  Arife,  my  God,  lift  up  thy  hand,    , 

Their  pride  and  power  controul  j 
Awake  to  judgment  and  command 
Deliv'rance  for  my  foul. 


a; 


aS  PSALMS. 

P  A  IT  S  E. 
[6  Let  fmners,  and  the      «  rage 

Be  humbled  to  the  dr.il  ; 
Shall  not  the  God  of  truth  engage 
To  vindicate  the  juft  ? 

7  He  knows  the  heart,  he  tries  the  reins, 

He  will  defend  th1  upright  : 
His  fliarpeft  arrows  he  ordains 
Againft  the  fons  of  fpight. 

8  Though  leagu'd  in  guile,  their  malice  fpread 

A  fnare  before  my  way, 
Their  mifchiefs  on  their  impious  head 
His  vengeance  fhall  repay.] 

9  That  cruel  perfecuting  race 

Muft  feel  his  dreadful  fword  : 
Awake,  my  foul,  and  praife  the  grace 
And  juftice  of  the  Lord. 
PSALM    VIII.     Short  Metrr. 
God's  Sovereignty  and  goodnefs,  and  mans   dominion  over  the 
creatures. 

I  ^v   LORD,  our  heav'nly  king, 
yj  Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread, 
And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  fhine. 

*  When  to  thy  works  on  high 

I  raife  my  wond'ring  eyes, 

And  ice  the  moon,  complete  in  light, 

Adorn  the  darkfome  fkies  : 

3  When  I  furvey  the  ftars, 

And  all  their  fhining  forms, 
Lord,  what  is  man,  that  worthlefs  thing, 
A-kin  to  duft  and  worms  ? 

4  Lord,  what  is  worthlefs  man, 

That  thou  fhouid'ft  love  him  fo  ? 
Next  to  thine  angels  is  he  plac'd, 
And  lord  of  all  below. 

Thine  honors  crown  his  1  i 

While  beafts,  like  flaws ,  obey. 
And  birds  that  cut  the  air  with  wingi, 

And  fifh  that  cleave  the  lea. 


PSALMS. 

6  How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 

And  wond'rous  are  thy  ways  : 
Of  duft  and  worms  thy  power  can  frame 
A  monument  of  praife. 

[7   From  mouths  of  feeble  bab?s 

And  fucklings  thou  canft  draw 
Surprifing  honors  to  tny  name, 

And  ftrike  the  world  with  awe. 

8  O  Lord,  our  heav'nly  king, 
Thy  name  is  all  divine  : 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  is  fpread. 
And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  mine.] 

PSALM     VIII.     Common  Metre. 
ChriJFs   condefct'jiuii   and  g.oripcatlon  ;    or,    God  made 

1  f~\  LORD,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 
K_J   Is  thine  exalted  name  ? 

The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  ftate 
Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 

2  When  I  behold  thy  works  on  high, 

The  moon  that  rules  the  night, 

And  mining  ftars  that  grace  the  iky, 

Thofe  moving  worlds  of  light. 

3  Lord,  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race, 

Who  dwells  fo  far  below, 
That  then  fhouldft  vifit  him  with  grace, 
And  love  his  nature  fo  ? 

4  That  thine  eternal  Son  mould  bear 

To  take  a  mortal  form, 

Made  lower  than  his  angels  are, 

To  fave  a  dying  worm. 

[5  Yet  while  he  iiv'd  on  earth  unknown, 
And  men  would  not  adore, 
Behold  obedient  nature  own 

His  godhead  and  his  pow'r. 

6  The  waves  lay  fpread  beneath  his  feet, 
And  fifh,  at  his  command, 
Bring  their  large  fhoals  to  Peter's  net, 
Bring  tribute  to  his  hand. 
C  Z 


19 


3o  PSALMS. 

7  Thefe.  lefTer  glories  of  the  Son 

Shone  through  the  flefny  cloud  ; 
Now  we  behold  him  on  his  throne, 
And  men  confei's  him  God.] 

8  Let  him  with  majefty  be  crown'd, 

Who  bow'd  his  head  to  death; 
And  his  eternal  honors  found, 

From  all  things  that  have  breath. 

9  Jefus,  our  L^rd,  how  wond'rous  great 

Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  ftate 
Let  the  whole  earth  proclaim. 

PSALM     VIII.  ver.  I,  *,  paraphrafed. 
Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 
The  hojanna  of  the  children  ;    or,   Infants  prafmg  God. 
I      A   LMIGHTY  ruler  of  the  Ikies, 

jf\  Through  the  wide  earth  thy  name  is  fpread, 
And  thine  eternal  glories  rife 

O'er  all  the  heav'ns  thy  hands  have  made. 

%  To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young 

Their  founding  notes  of  honor  raifc  ; 
And  babes  with  uninftru&ed  tongue, 
Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praife. 

3  Thy  power  aflifts  their  tender  age 

To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground, 
To  ftill  the  bold  blafphemer's  rage, 
And  all  their  policies  confound. 

4  Children  amidft  thy  temple  throng 

To  fee  their  great  Redeemer's  face  , 
The  Son  of  David  is  their  long, 

And  loud  hofannas  fill  the  place. 

5  The  frowning  fcribes  and  angry  priefts 

In  vain  their  impious  cavils  bring  ; 
Revenge  fits  hlent  in  their  breafts, 

While  Jewifh  babes  proclaim  their  king. 


PSALMS.  Sl 

PSALM     VIII.     ver.  3.  fcfV.  paraphrafed. 

Second  part.     Long  Metre. 
Adam  and  Cbrrjl,  lords  of  the  old  and  neiv  creation. 

1   T    0RI)'  what  was  man  wnen  macie  at  firft, 
JLj   Adam,  the  offspring-  of  the  duft, 
That  thou  fhould'ft  fet  him  and  his  race 
But  juft  below  an  angel's  place  ? 
a  That  thou  fhould'ft  raife  his  nature  fo, 
And  make  him  lord  of  all  below, 
Make  every  beaft  and  bird  fubmit, 
And  lay  the  fiflies  at  his  feet  ? 

3  But  O  !  what  brighter  glories  wait 

To  crown  the  f'econd  Adam's  ftate  \ 
What  honors  fhall  thy  Son  adorn, 
Who  condefcended  to  be  born  I 

4  See  him  below  his  angels  made  ; 

Behold  him  number'd  with  the  dead, 
To  fave  a  ruin'd  world  from  fin  : 

But  he  fhall  reign  with  pow'r  divine. 

5  The  world  to  come,  redeem'd  from  all 

The  miferies  that  attend  the  fall, 
New-made  and  glorious,  fhall  fubmit 
At  our  exalted  Saviour's  feet. 

P  S  A  L  M    IX.    Firft  part.    Common  Metre. 
Wrath  and  mercy  from  ihe  judgement-feat. 

1  "\A/"IT]9:  my  whole  -eart  I'1-'1- raife  my  fong> 

V  V      Thy  wonders  I'll  proclaim  ; 
Thou  fovereign  Judge  of  right  and  wrong 
Wilt  put  thy  foes  to  fname. 

2  I'll  fing  thy  majefty  and  grace  ; 

_  My  God  prepares  his  throne 
To  judge  the  world  in  righteoufnefs, 
And  make  his  vengeance  known. 

3  Then  fhall  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove 

For  all  the  poor  opprefs'd  ; 
To  fave  the  people  of  his  love, 
And  give  the  weary  reft. 


3a  PSA  L  M  S. 

4  The  men  that  know  thy  name  will  truft 
In  thy  abundant  grace  : 
For  thou  hail  ne'er  forfook  the  juft, 
Who  humbly  feck  thy  face. 
k  Sine  praifes  to  the  righteous  Lord, 
Who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill, 
Who  executes  his  threatening  word 
Whofe  works  his  grace  fullil. 

PSALM  IX.  ver.  I  a.    Second  part.    Common  Metre. 

<Thc  tvifdvtn  and  equity  of  P rovidrr.ee. 
j   TTflTLX  the  great  Judge,  fupreme  and  juft, 
V\      ;  hs  .1  once  enquire  for  blood, 
The  humble  fouls  that  mourn  in  duft 
£  hall  find  a  faithful  God. 
a  He  from  the  dreadful  gates  of  death 
Docs  his  own  children  raife  ; 
In  Zion's  gates,  with  chearful  breath, 
1  hey  fing  their  lather  s  praile. 
*  His  foes  mall  fall,  with  heedlefs  feet, 
Into  the  pit  they  made  ; 
And  fnners  perifh  in  the  net 

That  their  own  hands  have  fprcad. 

4  Thus  by  thy  Judgment,  "fSB**^ 

Are  thy  deep  counfels  known, 
When  men  of  mifchief  are  deftroy  d 
In  fnares  that  were  their  own. 
PAUSE. 
<  The  wicked  fliall  fink  clown  to  hell ; 
Thy  wrath  devour  the  lands, 
That  dare  forget  thee,  or  rebel 

Againft  thy  known  commands. 
6  Though  faints  to  fore  diftrefs  are  brought, 
And  wait  and  long  complain, 
Their  cries  jhall  never  be  forgot, 
Nor  fliall  their  hopes  be  vain, 
r?  Rife,  great  Redeemer,  from  thy  feat, 
L       '     To  judge  and  fave  the  poor ; 
Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet, 
And  man  prevail  no  more 


PSALMS.  J3 

S  Thy  thunder  fliall  affright  the  proud, 
And  put  their  hearts  to  pain, 
Make  them  confefs  that  thou  art  God, 
And  they  but  feeble  men.] 

PSALM     X.     Common  Metre. 

Prayer   heard,  and  faints  faved ;    or,  Pride,  atheifm   and 
opprejpon  punijbed. 
For  a  day  of  humiliation. 
I  TT7HY  doth  the  Lord  depart  fo  far, 
V  V     And  why  conceal  his  face, 
When  great  calamities  appear, 
And  times  of  deep  diftrefs  ? 
a  Lord,  mall  the  wicked  ftill  deride 
Thy  juftice  and  thy  laws  ? 
Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride, 
And  flight  the  righteous  caule. 

3  They  caft  thy  judgments  from  their  fight> 

And  then  infult  the  poor ; 
They  boaft  in  their  exalted  height, 
That  they  fhall  fall  no  more. 

4  Arife,  O  God,  lift  up  thine  hand, 

Attend  our  humble  cry  ; 
No  enemy  fliall  dare  to  Hand 
When  God  afcends  on  high. 

PAUSE. 

5  Why  do  the  men  of  malice  rage, 

And  fay  with  foolifli  pride, 
"  The  God  of  heav'n  will  ne'er  engage 
"  To  fight  on  Zion's  fide." 

6  But  thou  for  ever  art  our  Lord, 

And  pow'rful  is  thine  hand, 

As  when  the  heathens  felt  thy  fvvord, 

And  perifli'd  from  thy  land. 

7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray, 

And  caufe  thine  ear  to  hear  ; 
Accept  the  vows  thy  children  pay, 
And  free  thy  faints  from  fear. 


34  PSALM  S. 

8  Troud  tyrants  fhall  no  more  opprefs, 
No  more  deipife  the  juft  ; 
And  mighty  finners  fhall  confcfs 
They  are  but  earth  and  dufl. 

PSALM     XI.     Long  Metre. 

Cod  loves  the  righteous,  and  hates  the  nicked. 

I   "\ /TY  refuge  is  the  God  of  love, 
JYl  Why'clo  my  foes  infult  and  cry, 
«  fly  like  a  timorous  trembling  dove, 

«  To  diftant  woods  or  mountains  fly." 

a  If  government  be  once  deltroy'd 

(That  firm  foundation  of  our  peace) 
And  violence  make  juitice  void, 

W  here  fhall  the'  righteous  feck  redrefs  ? 

3  The  Lord  in  hcav'n  has  fix'd  his  throne, 

the  world  below 
To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known, 

His  eye-lids  fearch  our  fpirits  through. 

4  If  he  afflicts  his  faints  fo  far, 

to  prove  their  iovc,  and  try  their  grace, 
What  may  the  Lola  trar.fgn  I  o      fear  ? 
His  foul  abhors  their  wicked  ways. 

e  On  impious  wretches  he  fnall  ruin 

mfcn  of  waiting  death, 
Such  as  he  kn  died  on  the  plain 

Of  Sodom,  with  his  angry  breath. 
6  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  fouls, 

Whole  thoughts  and  actions  are  iincere, 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 

'1  he  men  that  his  own  image  bear. 

PSALM     XII.     Long  Metre. 
The  faints  fafetyand  hope   in   evil  times  ;   or    Shu  of  h 

tiguec,  .  viz.  ^;/-M',y^w,  &c. 

I      \  LMIGHTY  God,  appear  and  fave  ! 
j\    For  vio  1: 

Xhe  ,    i  [h  in  the  grave, 

'1  he  jult  depart,  the  faithful  fail. 


PSALMS.  4- 

2  The  whole  difcourfe  when  crouds  are  met 

Is  fill'd  with  trifles  loofe  and  vain  ; 
Their  lips  are  flattery  and  deceit, 

And  their  proud  language  is  profane. 

3  But  lips  that  with  deceit  ahound 

Shall  not  maintain  their  triumph  long  : 
The  God  of  vengeance  will  confound 

The  flattering  and  blafpheming  tongue. 

4  "  Yet  fhall  our  words  be  free,"  they  cry; 

"  Our  tongues  Ihall  be  controul'd  by  none  : 
"  Where  is  the  Lord,  will  alk  us  why  ? 
"  Or  fay,  our  lips  are  not  our  own  ?" 

5  The  Lord,  who  fees  the  poor  opprefs'd, 

And  hears  th'  oppreffor's  haughty  'ftrain 
Will  rife  to  give  his  children  reft, 

Nor  fhall  they  truil  his  word  in  vain. 

6  Thy  word,  O  Lord,  though  often  try'd, 

Void  of  deceit  fhall  fcill  appear ; 
Not  filver,  fev'n  times  purify'd 

From  drofs  and  mixture,  fhines  fo  clear. 

7  Thy  grace  lhall  in  the  darken:  hour 

Defend  from  danger  and  furprife  ; 
Though,  when  the  vileft  men  have  power, 
On  ev'ry  fide  oppreflbrs  rife. 

P  S  A  L  M     XII.     Common  Metre. 
Complaint   of   a  general   corruption   of  manners  ;    or,    The 

promife  andfgns  of  Chrifts  coming  to  judgment. 
1   "LJELP,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail, 
X  A   Religion  iofes  ground  ; 
The  fons  of  violence  prevail, 
And  treacheries  abound. 
a  Their  oaths  and  promifes  they  break, 
Yet  a<St  the  flatt'rer's  part ; 
With  fair  deceitful  lips  they  fpe'ak, 
And  with  a  double  heart. 
3  If  we  reprove  fome  hateful  lie, 

They  fcorn  our  faithful  word  : 
"  Are  not  our  lips  our  own,"  they  crv, 
"  Afld  who  fhall  be  our  Lord  ?" 


36  PSALMS. 

4  Scoffers  appear  on  cv'ry  fide, 

Where  a  vile  race  of  men 
Is  rais'd  to  feats  of  pow'r  and  pride, 
And  bears  the  fword  in  vain. 
PAUSE, 
e  Lord,  when  iniquities  abound, 

And  blafphemy  grows  bold, 
When  faith  is  rarely  to  be  found, 
And  love  is  waxing  cold  ; 

6  Is  not  thy  chariot  haft'ning  on  ? 

Haft  thou  not  given  the  fign  ? 
May  we  not  truft  and  live  upon 
A  promife  fo  divine  ? 

7  «  Yes,"  faith  the  Lord,  "  now  will  I  rife, 

"  And  make  the  oppreffors  flee  ; 
"  I  fhail  appear  to  their  furpriic,^ 
"  And  fet  my  fervants  free.'v 

8  Thy  word,  like  filver  fev'n  times  try'd, 

Through  ages  fhall  endure  ; 
The  men  that  in  thy  truth  confide 
Shall  find  thy  promife  fure. 

PSALM     XII.     Common  Metre. 
Complaint  under  the  temptation  of  the   Devil, 
"OW  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  ? 
L  J.   My  God,  how  long  delay  ? 
When  fhall  I  feci  thofe  hcav'uty  rays 
That  chafe  my  fears  away  ? 
a  How  long  fhall  my  poor  lab' ring  foul 
Wreftle  and  toil  in  vain  ? 
Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  controul, 
And  eafe  my  raging  pain. 
"3  Sec  how  the  prince  of  darknefs  tries 
All  his  malicious  arts ; 
He  fprcads  a  mift  around  my  eyes, 
And  throws  his  fiery  darts. 
4  Be  thou  my  fun,  and  thou  my  fhield, 
My  foul  in  fafety  keep  ; 
Make  hafte,  before  mine  eyes  are  fcal  d 
In  death's  eternal  fleep. 


F 


PSALMS. 

5  How  would  the  tempter  boaft  aloud 

Should  I  become  his  prey  ! 
Behold  the  fons  of  hell  grow  proud 
To  fee  thy  long  delay. 

6  But  they  mail  fly  at  thy  rebuke, 

And  Satan  hide  his  head  ; 
He  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  look, 
And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread. 

7  Thou  wilt  difplay  thy  fov'reign  grace 

Whence  all  my  comforts  fpring  : 
I  fhall  employ  my  lips  in  praife, 
And  thy  falvation  ling. 

PSALM    XIV.    Firft  part.    Common  Metre. 
By  nature  all  men  are  ftnners. 

1  'F°°™'  kt^f  hearts,  believe  and  fay, 

a      *  I  hat  all  religion's  vain, 
"There  is  no  God  that  reigns  on  high 
"  Or  minds  th*  affairs  of  men/'  ' 

2  From  thoughts  fo  dreadful  and  profane 

Corrupt  difcourfe  proceeds ; 
And  in  their  impious  hands  are  found 
Abominable  deeds. 

3  The  Lord,  from  his  celeftial  throne, 

Look'd  down  on  things  below,    - 
To  find  the  man  that  fought  his  grace, 
Or  did  his  juftice  know. 

4  By  nature  all  are  gone  aftray, 

Their  practice  all  the  fame  ; 
There  s  none  that  fears  his  Maker's  hand, 
There's  none  that  loves  his  name. 

5  Their  tongues  are  us'd  to  fpeak  deceit, 

Their  flanders  never  ceafe  • 
How  fwift  to  mifchief  are  their  feet ! 
Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace. 

6  Such  feeds  of  fin  (that  bitter  root) 

In  ev'ry  heart  are  found  ; 
Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 
'Till  grace  refine  the  ground, 
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„8  PSALMS. 

PSALM    XIV.    Second  part.     Common  Metre 

Tit  folly  of  perfecutors. 
I      \  RE  finncrs  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown 
J\  That  they  the  faints  devour  ? 
And  never  worfhip  at  thy  throne, 
Nor  fear  thine  awful  pow'r  ? 
%  Great  God,  appear  to  their  furprife  ; 
Reveal  thy  dreadful  name  ; 
Let  them  no  more  thy  wrath  defpife, 
Nor  turn  our  hope  to  lhame. 

3  Doft  thou  not  dwell  among  the  juft  ? 

And  yet  our  foes  deride, 
That  we  mould  make  thy  name  our  trait; 
Great  God,  confound  their  pride. 

4  O  that  the  joyful  day  were  come 

To  finim  our  diftrefs  ! 
When  God  (hall  bring  his  children  home. 
Our  fongs  fliall  never  ceafe. 

PSALM     XV.     Common  Metre. 

Cbarafien  of  a  faint,  or  a  atl^nofZion  ;    or,  9fc  ** 

feat  ions  of  a    Cbrijlian, 
I  "\T7HO  {hall  inhabit  in  thy  hill, 
W     O  God  of  holincfs  ? 
Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
So  near  his  throne  of  grace  i 
7,  The  man  that  walks  in  pious  ways, 

And  works  with  righteous  hands  ; 
That  trufts  his  Maker's  promisM  grace, 
And  follows  his  commands. 

3  He  fpeaks  the  meaning  of  his  heart, 

Nor  ilanders  with  his  tongue  : 
Will  fcarce  believe  an  ill  report, 
Nor  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

4  The  wealthy  finner  he  contemns, 

Loves  all  that  fear  the  Lord; 
And  though  to  his  own  hurt  he  Cweare, 
Still  he  performs  bis  word. 


PSALMS.  39 

His  hands  difdain  a  golden  bribe, 

And  never  wrong  the  poor  : 
This  man  fhall  dwell  with  God  on  earth 

And  find  his  heav'n  fecure. 

PSALM    XV.   Long  Metre. 

rion  and ji/Jlice,  goodnefs  and  truth  ;   or  duties  to  God  and 
man  ;    or,     The  qualifications  of  a  Cbriftian. 

I   XT7HO  fhall  afcend  thy  heav'nly  place, 
\  V      Great  God,  and  dwell  before  thy  face  I 
The  man  that  minds  religion  now, 

And  humbly  walks  with  God  below. 

a  Whofe  hands  are  pure,  whofe  heart  is  clean  ; 

Whofe  lips  ftill  fpeak  the  thing  they  mean  ; 
No  flanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue  : 

He  hates  to  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 
{3   Scarce  will  he  truft  an  ill  report, 

Or  vent  it  to  his  neighbour's  hurt  : 
Sinners  of  ftate  he  can  defpife, 

But  faints  are  honor 'd  in  his  eyes.] 
[4  Firm  to  his  word  he  ever  flood, 

And  always  makes  his  promife  good  : 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  thing  he  fwears, 
Whatever  pain  or  lofs  he  bears.] 
[5  He  never  deals  in  bribing  gold  ; 

I  And  mourns  that  juftice  fhould  be  fold  ; 
While  others  fcorn  and  wrong  the  poor, 
Sweet  Charity  attends  his  door.] 
-6  He  loves  his  enemies,  and  prays 

For  thofe  that  curfe  him  to  his  face ; 
And  doth  to  all  men  ftill  the  fame 

That  he  would  hope  or  wifh  from  them. 
7  Yet,  when  his  holieft  works  are  done, 
His  foul  depends  on  grace  alone  : 
This  is  the  man  thy  face  fhall  fee, 

And  dwell  forever,  Lord,  with  thee. 


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40  PSALMS. 

PSALM    XVI.    Firft  part.    Long  Metre. 

Confffton  of  our  poverty,  and  faints  the  bejl  company  ;   or, 
Good  works  proft  men,  not  God. 
>RESEPvVE  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need, 
For  fuccour  to  thy  throne  I  flee, 
But  have  no  merits  there   to  plead ; 
My  goodnefs  cannot  reach  to  thee. 
a  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confefs'd 
How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am  : 
My  praife  can  never  make  thee  blefs'd, 
Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  name. 

3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  faints  on  earth  may  reap 

Some  profit  by  the  good  we  do  ; 
Thefe  arc  the  company  1  keep, 

Thefe  are  the  choiceft  friends  I  know. 

4  Let  others  chufe  the  fons  of  mirth 

To  give  a  relifli  to  their  wine, 
.1  love  the  men  of  heav'nly  birth,  (  < 

Whofe  thoughts  and  language  are  divine. 

P  S  A  L  M    XVI.    Second  part.    Long  Metre. 
Chrifs  all-fufficiency. 
!  TTQV  faft  their  guilt  and  forrows  rife, 
XX  Who  hafte  to  feek  fome  idol-god  ! 
I  will  not  tafte  their  facrifice, 

Their  offerings  of  forbidden  blood. 

1  My  God  provides  a  richer  cup, 

And  nobler  food  to  live  upon, 
He  for  my  life  has  offer' d  up 
Jefus,  his  bell-beloved  Son. 

3  His  love  is  my  perpetual  feaft; 

By  day  his  counfels  guide  me  right : 
And  be  his  name  forever  blefs'd 

Who  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  night. 

4  I  fct  him  ftill  before  mine  eyes; 

At  my  right  hand  he  Hands  prepar  J 
To  keep  my  foul  from  all  furprife, 
And  be  my  everlafting  guard. 


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PSALMS.  4I 

PSALM    XVI.    Third  part.    Long  Metre. 

Courage  in  death ,  and  hope  of  the  rcfurreaion. 

'HEN  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  ftrong, 
His  arm  is  my  almighty  prop  : 
Be  glad,  my  heart,  rejoice,  my  tongue, 
My  dying  flefh  mall  reft  in  hope. 
3  Though  in  the  duft  I  lay  my  head, 

Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave    ' 
My  foul  forever  with  the  dead, 

Nor  lofe  thy  children  in  the  grave. 

3  My  fleih  mall  thy  firft  call  ohey, 

Shake  off  the  duft,  and  rife  on  high  ; 
Then  fhalt  thou  lead  the  wond'rous  way 
Up  to  thy  throne  above  the  iky,, 

4  There  ftreams  of  endlefs  pleafure  flow ; 

And  lull  difcoveries  of  thy  grace 
(Which  we  but  tafted  here  below) 

Spread  heavnly  joys  through  all  the  place. 

PSALM  XVI.  ver.  i,_8.  Firft  part.  Common  Metre. 
Support  and  counfel  from  God  -without  merit. 

1  Q AVE  me'   °  Lord'  from  ev'ry  foe  ; 
kJ  In  thee  my  truft  I  place, 
Though  all  the  good  that  I  can  do 

Can  ne'er  deferve  thy  grace  ; 

2  Yet  if  my  God  prolong  my  breath, 

The  faints  may  ftill  rejoice, 
The  faints,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
The  people  of  my  choice. 

3  Let  heathens  to  their  idols  hafle, 

And  worfhip  wood  or  ftone  ; 
But  my  delightful  lot  is  caft 

Where  the  true  God  is  knowm 

4  His  hand  provides  my  conftant  food, 

He  fills  my  daily  cup  ; 
Much  am  I  pleas\i  with  prefent  good, 
But  more  rejoice  in  hope. 
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42  PSALMS, 

5  God  is  my  portion  and  my  joy ; 

His  counfcls  are  my  light : 
He  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  day, 
And  gentle  hints  by  night. 

6  My  foul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve 

To  his  all-feeing  eye  ; 
Not  death  nor  hell  my  hope  fhall  move 
While  fuch  a  friend  is  nigh. 

PSALM     XVI.    Second  part.    Common  Metre. 
The  death  and  refurreftion  of  Chriji. 

I  SET  the  Lord  before  my  face, 
"  He  bears  my  courage  up  ; 
My  heart,  my  tongue  their  joys  exprefs, 

"  My  fiefh  fhall  reft  in  hope. 
My  fpirit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
"  Where  fouls  departed  are  ; 
"  Nor  quit  my  body  to  the  grave 
u  To  fee  corruption  there. 
3  "  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life, 
"  And  raife  me  to  thy  throne, 
"  Thy  courts  immortal  pleafure  give, 
"  Thy  prefence  joys  unknown." 
[4  Thus,  in  the  name  of  Chrift  the  Lord, 
The  holy   David  fung, 
And  providence  fulfils  the  word 
Of  his  prophetic  tongue. 

5  Jefus,  whom  every  faint  adores, 

Was  crucify'd  and  (lain  ; 
Behold  the  tomb  its  prey  reftores, 
Behold  he  lives  again. 

6  When  fhall  my  feet  arife  and  ftand 

On  heavVs  eternal  hills  ? 
There  fits  the  fon  at  God's  right  hand, 
And  there  the  Father  fmiles.] 


PSALMS.  43 

PSALM    XVII.    ver.  13,  lye.    Short  Metre. 
Port  m  of  faints  and finner  s  ;    or,  Hope  and  defpair  in  death. 

I      A    RISE,  my  gracious  God, 
il  And  make  the  wicked  flee  ; 
They  are  but  thy  chaftifing  rod 
To  drive  thy  faints  to  thee. 

1  Behold  the  finner  dies, 

His  haughty  words  are  vain  ; 
Here  in  this  life  his  pleafure  lies, 
And  all  beyond  is  pain. 

3  Then  let  his  pride  advance, 

And  boaft  of  all  his  ftore ; 
The  Lord  is  my  inheritance, 

My  foul  can  wifh  no  more. 

4  I  Ihall  behold  the  face 

Of  my  forgiving  God  ; 
And  ftand  complete  in  righteoufnefs, 
Wafh'd  in  my  Saviour's  blood. 

5  There's  a  new  heav'n  begun 

When  I  awake  from  death, 

Dreft  in  the  likenefs  of  thy  Son, 

And  draw  immortal  breath. 

PSALM     XVII.     Long  Metre. 

The  finner 's  portkm   and  faint's  hope  ;   or,    The  heaven  of 
feparaie  fouls,  and  the  refurreclion. 

I    T    ORD,  I  am  thine ;  but  thou  wilt  prove 
I   j   My  faith,  my  patience  and  my  love  ; 
When  men  of  fpite  againft  me  join, 
They  are  the  fword,  the  hand  is  thine. 

a  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below ; 
'Tis  all  the  happinefs  they  know, 
'Tis  all  they  feek ;  they  take  their  fhares  ; 
And  leave  the  reft  among  their  heirs. 

3   What  finner s  value  I  refign  ; 

Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  : 
I  fhall  behold  thy  blifsful  face, 
And  ftand  complete  in  righteoufnefs* 


44  P  S  A  L  M  S. 

4  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  fhow  ; 
But  the  bright  world,  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  fubftantial  and  dncere  ; 
When  fhall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  I 

5  O  glorious  hour  !  O  bleft  abode  ! 

1  fhall  be  near,  and  like  my  God  ; 
And  flefh  and  fin  no  more  controul 
The  facred  pleaiures  of  the  foul. 

6  My  flefh  fhall  flumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  laft  trumpet's  joyful  found  : 
Then  burft  the  chains  with  fweet  furprife 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rife. 

PSALM     XVIII.  ver.  1—9,  15—18. 
Firfl  part.     Long  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  iejpair ;    or,    Temptation    overco 
I   HHHEE  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  ftrength, 
X     My  rock,  my  tower,  my  high  defence  ; 
Thy  mighty  arm  fhalf  be  my  truft, 

For  I  have  found  falvation  thence. 
%  Death,  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 

Stood  round  me  with  their  difmal  made, 
While  floods  of  high  temptation  role, 
And  made  my  finking  foul  afraid. 

3  I  faw  the  opening  gates  of  hell 

With  endlefs  pains  and  forrows  there, 
(Which  none  but  they  that  feel  can  tell) 
While  I  was  hurry'd  to  defpair. 

4  In  my  diftrefs  I  call'd  my  God, 

When  I  could  fcarce  believe  him  mine  ; 
He  bow'd  his  ear  to  my  complaint ; 

And  prov'd  his  faving  grace  divine. 

[5  With  fpeed  he  flew  to  my  relief, 

As  on  a  cherub's  wing  he  rode  ; 
Awlul,  and  bright  as  light'ning,  flione 
The  face  of  my  deliverer  God* 

6  Temptation*  lied  at  his  rebuke, 

The  blaft  of  his  almighty  breath  : 
He  Cent  falvation  from  on  high, 

And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  of  death.] 


PSALMS. 


45 


7  Great  were  my  fears,  my  foes  were  great, 

Much  wits  their  ftrength,  and  more  their  rage ; 
But  Chrift,  my  Lord,  is  conqu'ror  ftill 
In  all  the  wars  the  proud  can  wage. 

8  My  fong  forever  lhall  record 

That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour  ; 
And  give  the  glory   to  the  Lord 

Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  power. 

PSALM  XVIII.  v.  20—26.  Long  Metre.  Second-part. 
Sincerity  proved  and  reivarded. 

I   T    ORD,  thou  haft  feen  my  foul  fincere, 
-Li  Haft  made  thy  truth  and  love  appear ; 
Before  mine  eyes  I  fet  thy  laws, 
And  thou  haft  own'd  my  righteous  caufe. 

a  Since  1  have  learn'd  thy  holy  ways, 
I've  walk'd  upright  before  thy  face  : 
Or  if  my  feet  did  e'er  depart. 
Thy  love  reclaimed  my  wandering  heart, 

3  What  fore  temptations  broke  my  reft  ! 
What  wars  and  ftrugglings  in  my  breaft  ! 
But  through  thy  grace,  that  reigns  within, 
I  guard  againft  my  darling  fin. 

4  That  fin  that  clofe  befets  me  ftill, 
That  works  and  ftrives  againft  my  will ; 
When  ihall  thy  Spirit's  fov'reign  power 
Deftroy  it  that  it  rife  no  more  ? 

5  With  an  impartial  hand  the  Lord 
Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward  : 
The  kind  and  faithful  fouls  fhall  find 
A  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind. 

6  And  men  that  love  revenge  fhall  know, 
God  hath  an  arm  of  vengeance  too-. 
The  juft  and  pure,  fhall  ever  fay, 
Thou  art  more  pure,  more  juft  than  they. 

PSALM     XVIII.     ver.  30,  31,  34,  35,  46,  Iff*. 
Third  part.     Long  Metre. 
Rejoicing  in  God  ;    or,   S  ah  at  Ion  and  triumph, 
I    TUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 
J    Great  P^ock  of  my  fecure  abode  ; 
Who  is  a  God  befide  the  Lord  ? 

Or  where's  a  refuge  like  our  God  ? 


46  PSA  I.  M  S. 

2  'Tis  he  that  girds  me  with  his  might, 

Gives  me  his  holy  fword  to  wield  ; 
And  while  with  I'm  and  hell  1  fight, 
Spreads  his  falvation  for  my  fhield. 

3  He  lives,  and  blefiuigB  CM  '^n, 

The  God  of  my  faivatioi. 
The  dark  defigns  of  he'll  are  vain  ; 

While  heavenly  peace  my  father  gives. 

4  Before  the  fcoffers  of  the  age, 

1  will  exalt  my  father  s  name, 
Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  rage, 

But  meet  reproach,  and  bear  the  fhame. 

5  To  David  and  his  royal  feed 

Thy  grace  forever  fhail  extend  ; 

Thy  love  to  faints,  in  Chrifl  their  head, 

Knows  not  a  limit  nor  an  end. 

PSALM     XVIII.     Firft  part.     Common  Metre 

Victory  and  triumph  over  temporal  enemies* 

I  "\T7E  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore, 
VV      Now  is  thine  arm  reveal'd  ; 
Thou  art  our  ftrength,  our  heav'nly  tow'r, 
Our  bulwark,  and  our  fhield. 

1  We  fly  to  our  eternal  Rock, 
And  find  a  fure  defence  -, 
His  holy  name  our  lips  invoke, 
And  draw  falvation  thence. 

3  When  God  our  leader  fhines  in  arms, 

What  mortal  heart  can  bear 

The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms  ? 

The  light'ning  of  his  fpear  ? 

4  He  rides  upon  the  winged  wind, 

And  a r gels  in  array, 
In  millions  wait  to  know  his  mind, 
And,  fwift  as  flames,  obey. 

5  He  fpeaks,  and  at  his  fierce  rebuke 

Whole  armies  ate  dil'may'd  ; 
His  voice,  his  frown,  his  angry  look, 
Strikes  all  their  courage  dead. 


PSALMS.  47 

6  He  forms  our  gen'rals  for  the  field, 

With  all  their  dreadful  flrill ; 
Gives  them  his  awful  fword  to  wield, 
And  makes  their  hearts  of  fteel. 

7  Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  nations  blefs'd, 

For  his  own  church's  fake  : 

The  pow'rs  that  give  his  people  reft 

Shall  of  his  care  partake. 


PSALM     XVIII.     Second  part.     Common  Metre, 

The  conqueror  s  fang. 

I   HTO  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe 
X     The  triumphs  of  the  day  ; 
Thy  terrors,  Lord,  confound  the  foe, 
And  melt  their  ftrength  away. 

%  'Tis  by   thy  aid  our  troops  prevail; 
And  break  united  pow'rs  ; 
Or  burn  their  boafted  fleets,  or  fcale 
The  proudeft  of  their  tow'rs. 

3  How  have  we  chas'd  them  through  the  field. 

And  trod  them  to  the  ground, 
While  thy  falvation  was  our  fhield, 
But  they  no  fhelter  found  ! 

4  In  vain  to  idol  faints  they  cry, 

And  perifh  in  their  blood  ; 

Where  is  a  rock  fo  great,  fa  high, 

So  pow'rful,  as  our  God. 

5  The  God  of  Ifrael  ever  lives, 

His  name  be  ever  blefs'd  ; 

'Tis  his  own  arm  the  vicl'ry  gives, 

And  gives  his  people  reft. 

PSALM    XIX.    Firft  part.    Short  Metre 

The  booh  of  Nature  and  Scripture. 

For  a  Lord's  day  morning. 

I   T)EHOLD  the  lofty  fky 
-13  Declares  its  maker  God, 
-And  all  the  ftarry  works  on  high 
Proclaim  his  pow'r  abroad. 


48  PSALMS. 

a  The  darknefs  and  the  li^ht 

Still  keep  their  courfethe  lame; 

While  night  to  d  ;.  to  night, 

Divinely  teach  his  name. 

3  In  ev'ry  diflTrent  hnd 

Their  gen'  ral  voice  is  known; 
They  mow  the  i   his  hand, 

And  orders  of  his  throne. 

4  Ye  Chriftian  lands,  rej 

Here  he  r.  ord  ; 

We  are  not  left  to  Nature's  voice 
To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 

5  His  ftatutes  and  commands 

Are  fet  befoii  our  eyes, 
He  puts  his  gofpel  in  our  hands, 
Where  our  falvation  lies. 

6  His  law's  are  juft  and  pure, 

His  truth  without  deceit, 
His  promifes  for  ever  fure, 

And  his  rewards  are  great. 

7  Not  honey  to  the  tafte 

Afford:  fo  'vuch  delight; 
Nor  gold  that  lias  the  furnace  pafs'd 
So  much  allures  the  fight. 

8  While  of  thy  works  I  fing, 

Thy  glory  to  procWpi, 
Accept  the  praife,  my  Cod,  my  King, 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

PSALM    XIX.    Second  part.    Short  Metre. 

Cod^s  -word  mojl  excellent :    or,  Sincerity  and  ivatcbfulnefs. 

For  a  Lord's  day  morning. 

I   TOEHOLD  the  morning  fun  . 
_D   Begins  his  glorious  way  ; 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

%  But  where  the  gofpel  comes, 
It  iprcads  diviner  light, 
It  calls  dead  finners  from    their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  fight. 


PSALMS.  49 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 

And  all  thy  judgments  juft  ; 
For  ever  fure  thy  promife,  Lord, 
And  men  fecurely  truft. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 

Are  thy  directions  giv'n  ? 
O  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 

But,  find  the  path  to  heav'n  ! 

PAUSE. 

5  I  heard  thy  word  with  love, 

And  I  would  fain  obey ; 

Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above 

To  guide  me  left  I  ftray. 

6  O  who  can  ever  find 

The  errors  of  his  ways  ? 
Yet,  with  a  bold  prefumptuous  mind, 
I  would  not  dare  tranfgrefs. 

7  Warn  me  of  ev'ry  fin, 

Forgive  my  fecret  faults, 
And  cleanfe  this  guilty  foul  of  mine, 
Whofe  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 

8  While,  with  my  heart  and  tongue, 

1  fpread  thy  praife  abroad ; 
Accept  the  worlhip  and  the  fong, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  God. & 

PSALM     XIX.     Long  Metre. 
The  books  of  nature  and  fcripture  compared  ;    or,    The  glory 

and  face efs  of  the  gofpel. 
*   r  I  "HE  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 
A     In  every  ftar  thy  goodnefs  mines  ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 
3  The  rolling  fun,  the  changing  light, 

And  nights  and  days  thy  power  confefs ; 
But  the  bleft  volume  thou  haft  writ, 
Reveals  thy  juftice  and  thy  grace. 
3  Sun,  moon  and  ftars  convey  thy  praife 

Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  ftand ; 
So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 

It  touch'd  and  glanc'd  on  every  land.- 
E 


<o  P  S  A  L  M  S. 

4  Nor  fliajl  thy  fpreading  gofpel  reft 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run; 
Till  Chrift  has  all  the  nations  bide, 

That  fee  the  light,  or  feel  the  fun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  rightepufnefs,  arife, 

Blefs  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light ; 
Thy  gofpel  makes  the  ample  wife, 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  nobleft  wonders  here  we   view, 

In  fouls  renew'd  and  fins  forgiv'n, 
Lord,  cleanfe  my  fins,  my  foul  renew, 

And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heav'n. 

PSALM  XIX.     To  the  tune  of  the  113th  Pfalm. 

The  book  tf  nature  and 'fcripture. 

I    x-NREAT  God,  the  heav'n's  well  order'd  frame 
V_T  Declares  the  glories  of  thy  name  :  ^ 

There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  fhinc, 
A  thoufand  ftarry  beauties  there, 
A  thoufand  radiant  marks  appear 

Of  boundlefs  pow'r,  and   ikill  divine. 

a  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light, 

Lectures  of  heav'nly  wifdom  read; 
With  liknt  eloquence  they  raife 
Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praife, 

And  neither  found  nor  language  need. 

3  Yet  their  divine  inftrucLons  run 
Far  as  the  journeys  of  the  fun, 

And  ev'ry  nation  knows  their  voire. 
The  fun,  like  fomc  young  bridegroom  dreft, 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  eaft, 

Rolls  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice. 

4  Where'er  he  fpreads  his  beams  abroad, 

1  [e  {'miles,  and  fpeaks  his  maker  God  ; 

All  nature  joins  to  fhew  thy  praife  : 
Thus  God  in  ev'ry  creature  (bines ; 
Fai*  is  the  book  of  nature's  lines, 

But  fairer  is  the  hook  of  grace, 


PSALMS.  Si 

PAUSE. 

5  I  love  the  volumes  of  thy  word  ; 
What  light  and  joy  thofe  leaves  afford 

To  fouls  benighted  and  diftrell ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  flray, 

Thy  promife  leads  my  heart  to  reft. 

6  From  the  difcoveries  of  thy  law 
The  perfect  rules  of  life  I  draw  : 

Thefe  are  my  ftudy  and  delight ; 
Not  honey  fo  invites  the  tafte, 
Nor  gold  that  hath  the  furnace  paft, 

Appears  fo  pleafing  to  the  fight. 

7  Thy  threat' nitigs  wake  my  {lumbering  eyes^ 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies ; 

But  'tis  thy  bleffed  gofpel,  Lord, 
That  makes  my  guilty  confcience  clean, 
Converts  my  foul,  fubdues  my  fin, 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large,  Jre  ward. 

8  Who  knows  the  errors  ef  his  thoughts  ! 
My  God,  forgive  my  fecret  faults, 

And  from  prefumptuous  fins  reftrain  ; 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praife, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace, 

And  book  of  nature  not  in  vain. 

PSALM    XX.     Long  Metre. 

Prayer ,  and  hope  of  'viflory. 
For  a  day  of  prayer  in  time  of  war. 

I   "\JOW  may  the  God  of  pow'r  and  grace 
JIN    Attend  his  people's  humble  cry  ! 
Jehovah  hears  when  Ifrael  prays, 

And  brings  deliv' ranee  from  on  high. 

3  The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defends, 

When  bucklers  fail  and  brazen  walls ; 
He  from  his  fan&uary  fends 

Succour  and  ftrength  when  Zion  calls. 

3  Well  he  remembers  all  our  fighs, 

His  love  exceeds  our  beft  defers  ; 
His  love  accepts  the  facrifice 

Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts. 


5Z  PSALMS. 

4  In  his  falvation  is  our  hope, 

And  in  the  name  of  Ifrael's  God 
Our  troops  fliall  lift  their  hanners  up, 

Our  navies  fpread  their  flags  abroad. ' 

5  Some  truft  in  horfes  train'd  for  war, 

And  fome  of  chariots  make  their  boafts ; 
Our  fureft  expectations  are 

From  thee,  the  Lord  of  heav'nly  hofts. 

6  [O  may  the  memory  of  thy  name 

Infpirc  our  armies  for  the  fight ! 
Our  fees  fhall  fall  and  die  with  fhame, 

Or  quit  the  field  with  coward  flight.] 

7  Now  fave  us,  Lord,  from  flarifli  fear, 

Now  let  our  hopes  be  firm  and  ftrong, 
'Till  thy  falvation  fhall  appear, 

And  joy  and  triumph  raife  the  fong. 

PSALM     XXI.     Common  Metre. 

National  hlejjings  acknowledged. 

I   TN  thee,  great  God,  with  fongs  of  praife, 
jL   Our  favour'd  realms  rejoice  ; 
And,  blefsM  with  thy  falvation,  raife 
To  heav'n  their  cheerful  voice. 

1  Thy  fure  defence,  through  nations  round. 
Hath  fpread  our  riling  name, 
And  all  our  feeble  efforts  crown'd 
With  freedom  and  with  fame. 

3  In  deep  diftrefs  our  injur'd  land 

Implor'd  thy  power  to  fave  ; 
For  life  we  pray'd  ;  thy  bounteous  hand 
The  timely  blcfling  gave. 

4  Thy  mighty  arm,  eternal  Pow'r, 

Oppos'd  their  deadly  aim, 
In  mercy  fvvept  them  from  our  fhore, 
And  fpread  their  fails  with  fhame. 

5  On  thee.  In  woe  or  pain, 

Our  hearts  alone  rely  ; 
Our  rights  thy  mercy  will  maintain, 
And  all  our  wants  fupply. 


PSALMS.  s% 

6  Thus,  Lord,  thy  wond'rous  pow'r  declare, 
And  ftill  exalt  thy  fame  ; 
While  we  glad  fongs  of  praife  prepare 
For  thine  almighty  name. 

PSALM     XXI.    ver.  1,-9.     Long  Metre. 

Chrijl  exalted  to  the  kingdom. 

I    "P\  AVID  rejoic'd  in  God  his  ftrength, 
_L/   Rais'd  to  the  throne  by  fpecial  grace, 
But  Chrift  the  fon  appears  at  length, 
Fulfils  the  triumph  and  the  praife. 

1  How  great  the  bleft  Meffiah's  joy 
In  the  falvation  of  thy  hand  ! 
Lord,  thou  haft  rais'd  his  kingdom  high, 
And  giv'n  the  world  to  his  command. 

3  Thy  goodnefs  grants  whate'er  he  will, 

Nor  doth  the  leaft  requeft  withhold  ; 
Bleffmgs  of  love  prevent  him  ftill, 

And  crowns  of  glory,  not  of  gold. 

4  Honor  and  majefty  divine 
Around  his  facred  temples  fhine  ; 
Blefs'd  with  the  favor  of  thy  face, 
And  length  of  eveflafting  days, 

5  Thine  hand  fhall  find  out  all  his  foes ; 
And  as  a  fiery  oven  glows 

With  raging  heat,  and  living  coals, 
So  fhall  thy  wrath  devour  their  fouls, 

PSALM     XXII.     ver.  I,— 16.     Firft  part. 

Common  Metre. 

'The  f/ifferincrs  and  death  of  Chrijl, 

1  "TT7"HY  has  my  God  my  foul  forfook, 

VV     Nor  will  a  fmile  afford  ? 
(Thus  David  once  in  anguifh  fpoke, 
And  thus  our  dying  Lord.) 

2  Though  'tis  thy  chief  delight  to  dwell 

Among  thy  praifing  faints, 
Yet  thou  canft  hear  our  groan  as  well, 
And  pity  our  complaints. 
E  a 


54  PSALMS. 

3  Our  fathers  trufted  in  thy  name, 

And  great  deliverance  found  ; 
But  I'm  a  worm  defpis'd  of  men, 
And  trodden  to  the  ground. 

4  With  making  head  they  pafs  me  by, 

And  laugh  my  foul  to  fcorn ; 
"  In  -vahi  he  trt/JIs  in  God,   they  cry, 
"  Neglcflcd  and  forlorn" 

5  But  thou  art  he  who  form'd  my  flefb, 

By  thine  almighty  word  ; 
And  fince  I  hung  upon  the  breaft, 
My  hope  is  in  the  Lord. 

6  Why  will  my  father  hide  his  face 

When  foes  Hand  threatning  round 
In  the  dark  hour  of  deep  diftrefs, 
And  not  an  helper  found  ? 

PAUSE. 

7  Behold  thy  darling  left  among 

The  cruel  and  the  proud, 
By  foes  encompafs'd  fierce  and  ftrong, 
As  lions  roaring  loud. 

8  From  earth  and  hell  my  forrows  meet, 

To  multiply  the  fmart ; 
They  nail  my  hands,  they  pierce  my  feet, 
And  try  to  vex  my  heart. 

9  Yet  if  thy  fov'reign  hand  let  loofe 

The  rage  of  earth  and  hell, 
Why  will  my  heavenly  father  bruifc 
The  lbn  he  loves  i'o  well  ? 

10  My  God,  if  pofiible  it  be, 

Withhold  this  bitter  cup  ; 
But  I  refign  my  will  to  thee, 
And  drink  the  forrows  up. 

11  My  heart  diffolves  with  pangs  unknown, 

In  groans  1  walle  my  breath  : 
Thy  heavy  hand  has  brought  mc  down, 
Low  as  the  duft   <A  i!> 

12  Father,  I  give  my  fpirit  up, 

And  truft  it  in  thy  hand  ; 

My  dying  flefh  ftrall  reft  in  hope, 

And  rile  at  Cry  command* 


N' 


PSALMS.  5S 

PSALM    XXII.   ver.  20,  21,27, — 31.    Second  part. 
Common   Metre. 
OW  from  the  roaring  lion  s  _rage, 
O  Lord,  protect  thy  fon, 
"  Nor  leave  thy  darling  to  engage 
"  The  powers  of  hell  alone." 

a  Thus  did  our  fuffering  Saviour  pray 
With  mighty  cries  and  tears, 
God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day, 
And  chas'd  away  his  fears. 

3  Great  was  the  victory  of  his  death, 

His  throne  exalted  high ; 
And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 
Shall  worfhip  or  fhall  die. 

4  A  numerous  offspring  mufl  arife 

From  his  expiring  groans  ; 
They  fhall  be  reckon'd  in  his  eyes 
For  daughters  and  for  fons. 

5  The  meek  and  humble  fouls  fhall  fee 

His  table  richly  fpread  ; 
And  all  that  feek  the  Lord  fhall  be 
With  joys  immortal  fed. 

6  The  ifles  fhall  know  the  righteoufnefs 

Of  our  incarnate  God, 

And  nations  yet  unborn  profefs 

Salvation  in  his  blood. 

PSALM    XXII.     Long  Metre. 
Cbriji's  fujferings  and  exaltation. 

1  "KJOW  let  our  mournful  fongs  record 
L  t|    The  dying  forrows  of  our  Lord, 
When  he  complain'd  in  tears  and  blood, 
As  one  forfaken  of  his  God. 

2  The  Jews  behold  him  thus  forlorn, 

And  fhake  their  heads  and  laugh  in  fcorn ; 
"  He  refcued  others  from  the  grave  ; 
"  Now  let  him  try  himfelf  to  fave. 

3  "  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend 

"  God  was  his  father  and  his  friend  ; 

"  If  God  the  bleffed  lov'd  him  fo, 

"  Why  doth  he  fail  to  help  him,  now  V* 


56  PSALMS. 

4  Oh  favage  people  !  cruel  priefts ! 

How  they  ftood  round  like  raging  beafts; 

Like  lions  gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  had  left  him  in  their  power. 

5  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Till  flreams  of  blood  each  other  meet ; 
By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 

And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  died. 

6  But  God  his  father  heard  his  cry  ; 
RaL-'d  from  the  dead  he  reigns  on  high  ;  . 
The  nations  learn  his  righteoufnefs, 

And  humble  finuers  tafte  his  grace. 

PSALM     XXIII.     Long  Metre. 
God  our  Jb:  j 

1  "TV/TY  ftiepherd  is  the  living  Lord; 

jLVjL   Now  fhall  my  wants  be  well  fupply'd  : 
His  providence  and  holy  word 

Become  my  fafety  and  my  guide. 

2  In  paftures  where  falvation  grows 

He  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  me  reft, 
There  living  water  gently  flows, 
And  all  the  food  divinely  bleft. 

3  My  wandering  feet  his  wayi  miftake  ; 

But  he  reftores  my  foul  to  peace. 
And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy'q  fake, 
In  tlu  uihefs. 

4  Tho'  I  walk  thro'  th  .    vale, 

Where  death  and  .11  its  terrors  arc, 
My  heart  :  n  1  hope  (hall  never  fail, 

For  God,  my  ihephcrd  's  with  me  there. 

5  Amidft  the  darknefs  and  the  deeps 

Thou  art  my  comfort,   thou  my  flay; 
Thy  flaff  fupports  my  feebl<   fteps, 
Thy  rod  dire&s  mj 

6  The  fons  cf  earth  a  hell 

Gaze  at  tli; 
To  fee  my  table  fpr  i 

With  living  brc:  I  ful  wine. 


PSALMS. 

7  [How  I  rejoice,  when  on  my  head 

Thy  fpirit  condefcends  to  reft  ! 
'Tis  a  divine  anointing  fhed, 

Like  oil  of  gladnefs  at  a  feaft. 

8  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord 

Attend  his  houfhold  all  their  days ; 
There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word, 

To  feek  his  face,  and  fing  his  praife.] 

PSALM     XXIII.     Common  Metre. 

1  "TV/TY  fhepherd  will  fupply  my  need, 
XV A    °Jeho<oab  is  his  name  ; 

In  paftures  frefh  he  makes  me  feed, 
Befide  the  living  ftream. 

2  He  brings  my  wandering  fpirit  back 

When  I  forfake  his  ways, 
And  leads  me  for  his  mercy's  fake 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

3  When  I  walk  through  the  fhades  of  death, 

Thy  prefence  is  my  ftay ; 

One  word  of  thy  fupporting  breath 

Drives  all  my  fears  away. 

4  Thy  hand  in  fight  of  all  my  foes 

Doth  ftill  my  table  fpread ; 
My  cup  with  bleffings  overflows, 
Thine  oil  anoints  my  head. 

5  The  fure  provifions  of  my  God 

Attend  me  all  my  days ; 
Oh  may  thy  houfe  be  mine  abode, 
And  all  my  work  be  praife  I 

6  There  would  I  find  a  fettled  reft, 

(While  others  go  and  come) 
No  more  a  ftranger  or  a  gueft, 
But  like  a  child  at  home. 

PSALM     XXIII.     Short  Metre, 

I  rTPHE  Lord  my  fhepherd  is, 

JL     I  fhall  be  well  fupply'd ; 

Since  he  is  mine  and  I  am  his, 

What  can  I  want  belide  I 


57 


58  P  S  A  L  M  S. 

a  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavenly  pafture  grows, 
Where  living  waters  gently  pafs, 
And  full  falvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  altray, 

He  doth  my  foul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  moll  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 
Tho'  I  fhould  walk  thro'  death's  dark  fhade, 
My  fhepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  Amid  furrounding  foes 

Thou  doll  my  table  fpread, 
My  cup  with  bieffings  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  ny  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  following  days ; 
Nor  from  thy  houfe  will  I  remove, 
Nor  ceafe  to  fpeak  tby  praife. 

PSALM     XXIV.     Common  Metre. 

Dwelling  ivith  God. 

I  HPHE  earth  forever  is  the  Lord's, 
A     With  Adam's  numerous  race  : 
He  rais'd  its  arches' o'er  the  floods, 
•    And  built  it  on  the  leas. 

%  But  who  among  the  ions  of  men 
May  vifit  thine  abode  ? 
He  that  has  hands  from  mifchief  clean, 
Whofe  heart  is  right  with  God. 

3  This  is  the  man  may  rife  and  take 

The  blcflings  of  his  grace  ; 
This  is  the  lot  of  thofe  that  feek 
The  God  of  Jacob's  face. 

4  Now  let  our  foul's  immortal  pow'rs, 

To  meet  the  Lord  prepare, 
Lift  up  their  everlafiing  doors, 
The  king  of  glory's  near. 


PSALMS.  59 

5  The  king  of  glory  !  who  can  tell 
The  wonders  of  his  might  ? 
He  rules  the  nations ;  but  to  dwell 
With  faints  is  his  delight. 

PSALM     XXIV.     Long  Metre. 

Saints    dtvell  in    heaven  ;    or,    ChriJTs    afcenjion. 

I  HPHIS  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 

J.     And  men  and  worms,  and  beafts  and  birds  ; 
•    He  rais'd  the  building  on  the  feas, 

And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling-place. 
1  But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  high, 

Thy  palace,  Lord,  above  the  fky  : 

Who  fhall  afcend  that  blefs'd  abode, 

And  dwell  fo  near  his  maker  God  ? 

3  He  that  abhors  and  fears  t8  fin, 

Whofe  heart  is  pure,  whofe  hands  are  clean, 
Him  fhall  the  Lord  the  Saviour  blefs, 
And  clothe  his  foul  with  righteoufnefs. 

4  Thefe  are  the  men,  the  pious  race, 
That  feek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face  ; 
Thefe  fhall  enjoy  the  blifsful  fight, 
And  dwell  in  everlafting  light. 

PAUSE. 

5  Rejoice,  ye  mining  worlds  on  high, 
Behold  the  King  of  glory  nigh ! 
Who  can  this  King  of  glory  be  ? 
The  mighty  Lord,  the  Saviour's  he. 

6  Ye  heavenly  gates,  your  leaves  difplay, 
To  make  the  Lord,  the  Saviour,  way  : 
Laden  with  fpoils  from  earth  and  hell, 
The  Conqu'ror  comes  with  God  to  dwell. 

7  Rais'd  from  the  dead  in  awful  ftate, 
He  opens  heav'n's  eternal  gate, 

To  give  his  faints  a  blefs'd  abode 
Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God, 


60  PSALMS. 

PSALM  XXV.  ver.  I,— n.    Firft  part.    Short  Metre. 
Waiting  for  pardon  and  dirc&ion. 

I   T  LIFT  my  foul  to  God, 
X  My  truft  is  in  his  name ; 
Let  not  my  foes  that  feek  my  blood 
Still  triumph  in  my  fhame. 

a  Sin,  and  the  pow'rs  of  hell, 
Perfuade  me  to  defpair ; 
Lord,  make  me  know  thy  cov'nant  well, 
That  I  may  'fcape  the  fnare. 

3  From  beams  of  dawning  light 

'Till  ev'ning  fhades  arife, 
For  thy  falvation,  Lord,  I  wait, 
With  ever  longing  eyes. 

4  Remember  all  thy  grace, 

And  lead  me  in  thy  truth ; 
Forgive  the  fins  of  riper  days, 
And  follies  of  my  youth. 

5  The  Lord  is  juft  and  kind, 

The  meek  fhall  learn  his  ways; 
And  ev'ry  humble  finner  find 
The  methods  of  his  grace. 

6  For  his  own  goodnefs'  fake 

He  faves  my  foul  from  fhame  ; 
He  pardons  (though  my  guilt  be  great) 
Through  my  Redeemer's  name. 

PSALM    XXV.  ver.  12, 14,  io,  13.     Secondpart. 
Short  Metre. 

Divine  injiruftion. 

1   *f  TTHERE  fhall  the  man  be  found 
VV     That  fears  t'  offend  his  God, 
That  loves  the  gofpel's  joyful  found, 
And  trembles  at  the  rod  ? 

3  The  Lord  fhall  make  him  know 
The  fecrets  of  his  heart, 
The  wonders  of  his  cov'nant  fhew, 
And  all  his  love  impart. 


PSALMS.  6e 

3  The  dealings  of  his  pow'r 

Are  truth  and  mercy  ftill, 
With  fuch  as  keep  his  cov'nant  fure, 
And  love  to  do  his  will. 

4  Their  foul  fhall  dwell  at  eafe, 

Before  their  Maker's  face; 
Their  feed  fhall  take  the  promifes 
In  their  extenfive  grace. 

PSALM  XXV.  ver.  15—22.  Third  part.  Short  Metre. 

Dijtrefs  of  foul ;    or,  Baclfiding  and  defertion. 
1  "jV/TINE  eyes  and  my  defire 
■1YI_  Are  ever  to  the  Lord ; 
I  love  to  plead  his  promis'd  grace, 
And  reft  upon  his  word. 
a  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  foul, 
Bring  thy  falvation  near  ; 
When  will  thy  hand  affift  my  feet 
To  'fcape  the  deadly  fnare  ? 

3  When  fhall  the  fov'reign  grace 

Of  my  forgiving  God 
Reftore  me  from  thofe  dang'rous  ways 
My  wand'ring  feet  have  trod  ? 

4  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 

Loth  but  enlarge  my  woe ; 
My  fpirit  languishes,  my  heart  * 
Is  defolate  and  low. 

5  With  every  morning  light 

My  forrow  new  begins ; 

Look  on  my  anguifh  and  my  pain, 

And  pardon  all  my  fins. 

PAUSE. 

6  Behold,  the  hofts  of  hell, 

How  cruel  is  their  hate  ! 

Againft  my  life  they  rife  and  join, 

Their  fury  with  deceit. 

7  O  keep  my  foul  from  death, 

Nor  put  my  hope  to  fhame ; 
For  I  have  plac'd  my  only  truft 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 
F 


6a  PSALMS. 

8  With  humble  faith  I  wait 
To  fee  thy  face  again  ; 
Of  Ifra'l  it  (hall  ne'er  be  faid, 
He  fought  the  Lord  in  vain. 

PSALM     XXVI.     Long  Metnfc 
Self-i xaminmtion  ;   or,  Evidences  of 

1  JUDGE  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways, 
J    And  try  my  reins,  and  try  my  heart ; 
My  faith  upon  thy  promife  lh<ys, 

Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart. 

2  I  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  fit, 

With  men  of  vanity  and  lies ; 
The  fcoffer  and  the  hypocrite 

Are  the  abhorrence  of  mine  eyes. 

3  Amongft  thy  faints  will  I  appear 

Array' d  in  robes  of  innocence ; 
But  when  I  ftand  before  thy  bar, 

The  blood  of  Chrift  is  my  defence. 

4  I  love  thy  habitation,  Lord, 

The  temple  where  thine  honours  dwell ; 
There  fball  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 

And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  tell. 

5  Let  not  my  foul  be  join'd  at  laft 

With  men  of  treachery  and  blood, 
Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  pafs'd 

Among  the  faints,  and  near  my  God. 

PSALM  XXVII.  v.  1,-6.  Firft  part.  Common  Meti 

The  Church  is  our  delight  and  fafety, 
I   nnHE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 
JL     And  my  ialvation  too  ; 
God  is  my  itrength  ;  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

%  One  privilege  my  heart  defires, 
O  grant  mc  mine  abode 
Among  the  churchcr,  of  thy  faints, 
'J.  he  temples  of  my  God  ! 


PSALMS.  6$ 

3  There  fhall  I  offer  my  requcfts, 

And  Tee  thy  beauty  fiill ; 
Shall  hear  thy  meffages  of  love, 
And  there  enquire  thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rife,  ard  dorms  appear, 

There  may  his  children  hide  ; 
God  has  a  ftrong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  foul  abide. 

5  Now  fhall  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foes  around, 
And  fongs  of  joy  and  victory 
Within  thy  temple  found. 

PSALM    XXVII.    ver.  8,  9,  13,  14. 
Second  part.    Common  Metre. 

Prayer  and  hope. 


r  QQOIS 
kJ  «  Y 


OON  as  I  heard  my  father  fay, 
e  children,  feek  my  grace,'' 


My  heart  reply'd  without  delay, 
"  I'll  feek  my  Father's  face/'' 

%  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 
Nor  frown  my  foul  away  ; 
God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  thee 
In  a  diftrefling  day. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred  near  and  dear 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 
My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  fupply. 

4  My  fainting  fiefh  had  died  with  grief, 

Had  not  my  foul  believ'd, 
To  fee  thy  grace  provide  relief, 
Nor  was  my  hope  deceiv'd. 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembliag  faints. 

And  keep  your  courage  up  ; 

He'll  raife  your  fpirit  when  it  faints 

And  far  exceed  your  hope. 


<U  PSALM  S. 

PSALM    XXVIII.    Long  Metre. 

God  the  refuge  of  the  affdcled. 
I   '  I  ^O  thee,  O  Lcrd,  I  raife  my  cries ; 
X     My  fervent  prayer  in  mercy  hear; 
For  ruin  waits  my  trembling  foul, 
If  thou  refufe  a  gracious  ear. 

a  When  fuppliant  tow'rd  thy  holy  hill, 
I  lift  my  mournful  hands  to  pray, 
Afford  thy  grace,  nor  drive  me  ftill 
With  impious  hypocrites  away. 

3  To  fons  of  falfehood,  that  defpife 

The  works  and  wonders  of  thy  reigfi, 
Thy  vengeance  gives  the  due  reward, 

And  finks  their  fouls  to  endlefs  pain. 

4  But  ever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 

Whofe  mercy  hears  my  mournful  voice, 
My  heart  that  trufted  in  his  word, 
In  his  falvation  fhall  rejoice. 

5  Let  every  faint,  in  fore  diftrefs, 

By  faith  approach  his  Saviour  God ; 
Then  grant,  O  Lord,  thy  pard'ning  grace, 

And  feed  thy  church  with  heavenly  food. 

PSALM    XXIX.    Long  Metre. 

Storm  and  Thunder. 
I   f~V  IVE  to  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  fame, 
V_X   Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  power, 
Afcribe  due  honours  to  his  name, 
And  his  eternal  might  adore, 
a  The  Lord  proclaims  his  power  aloud 
Thro'  every  ocean,  every  land  ; 
His  voice  divides  the  wat'ry  cloud, 

And  lightnings  blaze  at  his  command. 
3  He  fpeaks,  and  tempeft,  hail  and  wind, 
Lay  the  wide  foreft  bare  around ; 
The  fearful  hart  and  frighted  hind 
Leap  at  the  terror  of  the  found. 


PSALMS.  65 

4  To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice  ; 

And  lo,  the  flutely  cedars  break  : 
The  mountains  tremble  at  the  noife, 

The  vallies  roar,  the  defarts  quake. 

5  The  Lord  fits  fov' reign  on  the  flood, 

The  Thund'rer  reigns  forever  king  ; 
But  makes  his  church  his  bleft  abode, 
Where  we  his  awful  glories  fing. 

6  In  gentler  language,  there  the  Lord 

The  counfel  of  his  grace  imparts  : 
Amidfb  the  raging  dorm,  his  word 

Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts. 

P  S  A  L  M     XXX.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 
Sicknefs  healed,  and Jorroivs  removed. 

1  T  WILL  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high, 
X   At  thy  command  difeafes  fly  : 
Who  but  a  God  can  fpeak  and  fave 
From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave  ? 

2  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  faints,  and   prove 
How  large  his  grace,  how  kind  his  love ; 
Let  all  your  pow'rs  rejoice,  and  trace 
The  wond'rous  records  of  his  grace. 

3  His  anger  but  a  moment  (lays ; 
His  love  is  life  and  length  of  days  : 
Though  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ 
The  morning  flar  refcores  the  joy. 

PSALM  XXX.  ver.  6.    Second  part.   Long  Metre. 
Health,  Jicknefs,  and  recovery. 

1  T^IRM  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright, 
A  And  I  prefum'd  'twould  ne'er  be  night ; 
Fondly  I  faid  within  my  heart, 

"  Pleafure  and  peace  fhall  ne'er  depart." 

2  But  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  llrong, 
Which  made  my  mountain  {land  fo  long  j 
Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide, 

My  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  died. 

3  I  cried  aloud  to  the£  my  God  ; 

"  What  canft  thou  profit  by  my  blood  ? 

"  Deep  in  the  dufl  can  I  declare 

*"  Thy  truth,  or  fine  thy  gootlnefs  there  ? 


66  PSAL  M  S. 

4  "  Hear  mc,  O  God  of  grace/'  I  faid, 

"  And   bring  me  from  among  the  dead  :" 
Thy  word  rcbuk'd  the  pains  I  felt, 
Thy  pard'ning  love  remov'd  my  guilt. 

5  My  groans,  and  tears,  and  forms  of  woe, 
Are  turn'd  to  joy  and  praifes  now  ; 

I  throw  my  faekcloth  on  the  ground, 
And  eafe  and  gladnefs  gird  me  round. 

6  My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my   frame, 
Shall  ne'er  be  fdent  of  thy  name  ; 

Thy  praife  fhall  found  through  earth  and  heav'n, 
For  ficknefs  heal'd,  and  fins  forgiv'n. 

PSALM  XXXI.  ver.5, 13,— 19,22,  23.    Firft  part. 

Common   Metre. 

Deliverance  fro?n  death. 

1  r_piO  thee,  O  God  of  truth  and  love, 

X      My  fpirit  I  commit ; 
Thou  haft  redeem'd  my  foul  from  death, 
And  fav'd  me  from  the  pit. 

2  Defpair  and  comfort,  hope  and  fear, 

Maintain'd  a  doubtful  firife  ; 
While  forrow,  pain  and  fin  confpir'd 
To  take  away  my  life. 

3  "  My  time  is  in  thy  hand,"   I  cried, 

"  Though  I  draw  near  the  duft  :" 
Thou  art   the  refuge  where  I  hide, 
The  God  in  whom  I  truft. 

4  O  make  thy  reconciled  face 

Upon  thy  fervant  fhine. 
And  fave  me  for  thy  mercy's  fake, 
For  I'm  entirely  thine. 

P  A  U  S  E. 

5  'Twas  in  my  hafte,  my  fpirit  laid, 

"  I  muft  defpair  and  die, 
"  I  am  cut  off  before  thine  eye*  ;" 
But  thou  haft  heard  my  cry. 

6  Thy  goodnefs,  how  divinely  free ! 

How  fweet  thy  imiling  face, 
To  thofe  that  fear  thy  majefty, 
Aad  trull  thy  promii'd  grace  I 


PSALMS.  6y 

7  Oil  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  faints, 
And  fing  his  praifes  loud  ; 
He'll  bend  his  ear  to  your  complaints* 
And  recompenfe  the  proud. 

PSALM  XXXI.  ver.  7,-33.  n  — 21.    Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  Jlander  and  reproach. 

1  1\/|"Y  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 
lVl  My  God,  my  heav'nly  truft ; 
Thou  haft  preferv'd  me  free  from  fhame, 

Mine  honor  from  the  duft. 

2  "  My  life  is  fpent  with  grief,"   I  cried, 

"  My  years  confum'd  in  groans, 

"  My  ftrength  decays,  mine  eyes  are  dried, 

"  And  forrowwailes  my  bones." 

3  Among  mine  enemies  my  name 

A  proverb  vile  was  grown, 
While  to  my  neighbours  I  became 
Forgotten  and  unknown. 

4  Slander  and  fear  on  ev'ry  fide 

Seiz'd  and  befet  me  round, 
I  to  thy  throne  of  grace  applied, 
And  fpeedy  refcue  found. 

PAUSE. 

5  How  great  deliverance  haft  thou  wrought 

Before  the  fons  of  men  ! 
The  lying  lips  to  filence  brought, 
And  made  their  boafting  vain  ! 

6  Thy  children  from  the  ftrife  of  tongues, 

Shall  thy  pavilion  hide, 
Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs, 
And  crufh  the  fons  of  pride. 

7  Within  thy  fecret  prefence,  Lord, 

Let  me  for  ever  dwell  : 

No  fenced  city  wall'd  and  barr'd 

Secures  a  faint  fo  well. 


68  PSALMS. 

PSALM     XXXII.     Short  Metre. 
Forgivenefi  of  Jim  upon  confeffion. 
I  r\H  bleffed  fouls  arc  they 

v^/   Whofe  fins  are  cover'd  o'er  ! 
Divinely  ble&'d  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 
«  They  mourn  their  follies  pad, 

And  keep  their  hearts  with  care, 
Their  lips  and  lives  without  deceit 
Shall  prove  their  faith  fmcere. 

3  Whi|s  I  cone  al'd  my  guilt, 

I  felt  the  fefFriiig  wound, 
'Till  I  conielVd  my  fins  to  thee, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  finners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  faints  fceep  near  the  throne; 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  difticib 
Is  IV  and  in  God  alone. 

P  S  A  L  M     XXXII.     Common  Metre. 
Free  pur  Jon   and  Jincere  obedience  ;   or,  Confejion  andfoi 
givenefs. 

I   TTOW  blefs'd  the  man  to  whom  his  God 
JLJ.   No  more  imputes  his  fin, 
But  wanYd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood, 
Hath  made  his  garments  clean  ! 
a  And  blefs'd  beyond  expreffion  he 

Whofe  debts  are  thus  difcharg'd ; 
While  from  the  guilty  bondage  free 
He  feels  his  foul  enlarged. 

3  His  fpirit  hates  deceit  and  lies, 

His  words  are  all  fmcere  ; 
He  guards  his  heart,  he  guards  his  eyes, 
To  keep  his  confeience  clear. 

4  While  I  my  inward  guilt  fuppreft, 

No  quiet  could  I  find  ; 
Thy  wrath  lay  burning  in  my  bread, 
And  ruck'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 


PSALMS.  69 

5  Then  I  confefs'd  my  troubled  thoughts, 

My  fecret  fins  reveal'd, 
Thy  pard'ning  grace  forgave  my  faults, 
Thy  grace  my  pardon  feaFd. 

6  This  fhall  invite  thy  faints  to  pray  ; 

When  like  a  raging  flood 
Temptations  rife,  our  ftrength  and  ftay 
Is  a  forgiving  God. 

PSALM  XXXII.    Firft  part.    Long  Metre. 
Repentance  and  free  pardon  i   or,   J upijication  and  fanclifif 


B 


LESS'D  is  the  man,  forever  blefsM, 
Whofe  guilt  is  pardon'd  by  his  God, 
Whofe  fins  with  forrow  are  confefs'd, 

And  covered  with  his  Saviour's  blood. 


a  Before  his  judgment  feat  the  Lord 

No  more  permits  his  crimes  to  rife  ; 
He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 

And  not  on  works,  but  gts.ce,  relies. 

3  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free, 

His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 
With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 

And  join  to  prove  his  faith  fincere. 

4  How  glorious  is  that  righteoufhefs 

That  hides  and  cancels  all  his  fins  ? 
While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace 

Through  ail  his  life  appears  and  fliines. 

PSALM     XXXII.     Second  part.     Long  Metre. 

A  guilty  confeience  eafed  by  confejjton  and  pardon. 

I  TTTHILE  I  keep  filence,and  conceal 
V  V      My  heavy  guilt  within  my  heart, 
What  torments  doth  my  confeience  feel ! 
What  agonies  of  inward  fmart ! 

3  I  fpread  my  fins  before  the  Lord, 

And  all  my  fecret  faults  confefs ; 
Thy  gofpel  fpeaks  a  pardoning  word, 
Thine  holy  fpirit  ftals  the  grace. 


70  PSALMS. 

3  For  this  fhall  every  humble  foul 

Make  fyvift  addreffes  to  thy  feat ; 
When  floods  of  huge  temptations  roll, 

There  fhall  they  find  a  blelVd  retreat. 

4  How  fafe  between  thy  wings  I  lie, 

When  days  grow  dark,  and,  ftorms  appear ! 
And  when  I  walk,  thy  watchful  eye 

Shall  guide  me  fafe  from  ev'ry  fnare. 

PSALM    XXXIII.     Firft  part.    Common  Metre. 

Works  of  Creation  and  Providence. 
1  "O  EJOICE,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord, 
XV  This  work  belongs  to  you  : 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word, 
How  holy,  juft  and  true  ! 
1  His  mercy  and  his  righteoufnefs 

Let  heaven  and  earth  proclaim ; 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Reveal  his  wond'rous  name. 

3  His  word,  with  energy  divine, 

Thofe  heav'nly  arches  fpread, 
Bade  ftarry  hofts  around  them  fhine, 
And  light  the  heav'ns  pervade. 

4  He  taught  the  fwelling  waves  to  flow 

To  their  appointed  deep  ; 

Bade  raging  feas  their  limits  know, 

And  ftill  their  ftation  keep. 

5  Ye  tenants  of  the  fpacious  earth, 

With  fear  before  him  ftand  ; 
He  fpake,  and  nature  took  its  birth, 
And  refts  on  his  command. 

6  He  fcorns  the  angry  nations*  rage, 

And  breaks  their  vain  defigns; 
His  counfel  flands  through  ev'ry  age, 
And  in  full  glory  fhines. 

PSALM    XXXIII.'   Second  part.  Common  Metre. 

Creatures   vain,  and  God  all-Juffcient. 
I   T)LESS'D  is  the  nation,  where  the  Lord 
JO   Hath  fix'd  his  gracious  throne  ; 
Where  he  reveals  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  calls  their  tribes  bis  own. 


PSALMS.  71 

4  His  eye,  with  infinite  furvey, 

Does  the  whole  world  behold ; 
He  form'd  us  all  of  equal  clay, 
And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 

3  Kings  are  not  refcu'd  by  the  force 

Of  armies  from  the  grave  ; 
Nor  fpeed  nor  courage  of  an  horfe 
Can  his  bold  rider  fave. 

4  Vain  is  the  ftrength  of  beafts  or  men, 

Nor  fprings  our  fafety  thence  ; 
But  holy  fons  from  God  obtain 
A  ftrong  and  fure  defence. 

5  God  is  their  fear,  and  God  their  truft  : 

When  plagues  or  famine  fpread, 
His  watchful  eye  fecures  the  juft., 
Among  ten  thoufand  dead. 

6  Lord,  let  our  hearts  in  thee  rejoice, 

And  blefs  us  from  thy  throne  ; 
For  we  have  made  thy  word  our  choice^ 
And  truft  thy  grace  alone. 

PSAL  M    XXXIII.    As  the  113th  Pfaim.  Firft  part. 

Works  of  Creation  and  Providence. 

I   ^ViT'E  holy  fouls,  in  God  rejoice, 

X     Your  Maker's  praife  becomes  your  voice, 
Great  is  your  theme,  your  fongs  be  new ; 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  word,  his  ways, 
His  works  of  nature,  and  of  grace, 
How  wife  and  holy,  juft  and  true  ! 
1  Behold,  to  earth's  remoteft  ends 

His  goodnefs  flows,  his  truth  extends ; 

His  pow'r  the  heav'nly  arches  fpread ; 
His  word,  with  energy  divine, 
Bade  ftarry  hofts  around  them  fhine, 

And  light  the  circling  heav'ns  pervade, 
3  His  hand  collects  the  flowing  feas ; 

Thofe  wat'ry  treafures  know  their  place, 
And  fill  the  ftore-houfe  of  the  deep  : 
He  fpake  and  gave  all  nature  birth ; 
And  fires  and  feas,  and  heav'n  and  earth, 
His  everlafting  orders  keep. 


7»  PSALMS. 

4  Let  mortals  tremble  and  adore 
A  God  of  fuch  refiftlei's  *pow'r, 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rage  : 
Vain  are  your  thoughts,  and  weak  your  hands, 
But  his  eternal  counfel  ftands, 

And  rules  the  world  from  age  to  age. 

PSALM  XXXIII.  As  the  113th  Pfalm.    Second  part. 

Creatures  vain,  and  God  all-f/Jfcicnt. 
I  /^\H  happy  nation,  where  the  Lord 
\^J  Reveals  the  treafure  of  his  word 

And  builds  his  church,  his  earthly  throne ! 
His  eye  the  heathen  world  furveys, 
He  form'd  their  hearts,  he  knows  their  ways, 
But  God  their  maker  is  unknown. 

a  Let  kings  rely  upon  their  hoft, 

And  of  his  ftrength  the  champion  boaft  ; 

In  vain  they  boaft,  in  vain  rely ; 
In  vain  we  truft  the  brutal  force, 
Or  fpeed  or  courage  of  an  horfe, 

To  guard  his  rider,  or  to  fly. 

3  The  arm  of  our  almighty   Lord 
Doth  more  fecure  defence  afford, 

When  deaths  or  danger  threat'ning  ftand  : 
Thy  watchful  eye  preferves  the  juft, 
Who  make  thy  name  their  fear  and  truft, 

When  wars  or  famine  wafte  the  land. 

4  In  ficknefs,  or  the  bloody  field, 
Our  great  phyfician  and  our  fhield 

Shall  fend  falvation  from  his  throne  ; 
We  wait  to  fee  thy  goodnefs  fhine  ; 
Let  us  rejoice  in  help  divine, 

For  all  our  hope  is  God  alone. 

PSALM  XXXIV.    Firftpart.    Long  Metre. 
God's  care  of  the  faints  ;    or,   Deliverance    by  prayer, 
I    T    ORD,  I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days, 
_Li  Thy  praife  fhall  dwell  upon  my  tongue  : 
My  foul  (hall  glory  in  thy  grace, 

While  faints  rejoice  to  hear  the  fong. 


PSALMS. 

%  Come,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 
Let  ev'ry  heart  exalt  his  name  ; 
I  fought  th'  eternal  God,  and  he 

Has  not  exposed  my  hope  to  fhame. 

3  I  told  him  all  my  fecret  grief, 

My  fecret  groaning  reach'd  his  ears ; 
He  gave  my  inward  pains  relief, 

And  calm'd  the  tumult  of  my  fears. 

4  To  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes, 

With  heav'nly  joy  their  faces  mine, 
A  beam  of  mercy  from  the  fkies 

Fills  them  with  light  and  love  divine. 

5  His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 

Around  the  men  that  ferve  the  Lord  ; 
Oh  fear  and  love  him,  all  his  faints, 

Tafte  of  his  grace,  and  truft  his  word. 

6  The  wild  young  lions,  pinch'd  with  pain 

And  hunger  roar  through  all  the  wood  ; 
But  none  fhall  feek  the  Lord  in  vain, 
Nor  want  fuppiies  of  real  good. 

PSALM    XXXIV.    ver.  n,— Z2.     Second  part. 

Long  Metre. 

Religious  education  ;    or,  Injlruclions  of  piety. 

1  /^HILDREN5  in  years  and  knowledge  young, 
\-A    Your  parents'  hope,  your  parents'  joy, 
Attend  the  counfels  of  my  tongue, ' 

Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ. 

2  Tf  you  defire  a  length  of  days, 

And  peace  to  crown  your  mortal  ftate, 
Reftri  in  your  feet  from  impious  ways, 
Your  lips  from  fiander  and  deceit. 
•  3  The  eyes  of  God  regard  his  faints, 
His  ears  are  open  to  their  cries  ; 
He  fets  his  frowning  face  againft 
The  foils  of  violence  and  lies. 
4  To  humble  fouls  and  broken  hearts 

God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh  ; 
Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts" 

When  men  in  deep  contrition  lie. 
G 


73 


74 


PSALMS. 


5  He  tells  their  tea;-s,  he  counts  their  groan*. 
His  Son  m    eems  their  fouls  from  death, 
His  fpirit  hrals  their  broken  hones, 

His  piaife  employs  their  tuneful  breath. 

PSALM    XXXIV.    ver.  I,— 10.    Firft  parr. 

Common  Metre. 

Prayer  and  i  raifc  for  eminent  deliverance* 

1  T'LL  blefs  the  Lord  from- day  to  day 
X   How  good  are  all  his  ways  ! 
Ye  humble  fouls  that  ufe  to  pray, 
Comej  help  my  lips  to  praife. 

a  Sing  to  the  honor  of  his  name, 
How  a  poor  %fuff'rer  cry'd 
Nor  was  his  hope  expos'd  to  fhame, 
Nor  was  his  fuit  deny'd. 

3  When  threat'ning  forrows  round  me  flood, 
And  endlefs  fears  arofe, 
Like  the  loud  billows  of  a  flood, 
Redoubling  all  my  woes  : 

4.  I  told  the  Lord  my  fore  diftrefs, 

With  heavy  groans  and  tears ; 
He  gave  my  fharpeft  torments  eafe, 
And  filcac'd  all  my  fears. 

PAUSE. 

[5  O  finners,  come  and  talle  his  lover 
Come,  learn  Els  picafant  ways, 
And  let  your  own  experience  prove 
The  fweetnefs  of  his  grace. 

6  He  bids  the  angels  pitch  their  tents 

Round  where  his  children  dwell  : 
What  ills  their  hcav'nly  cares  prevent 
No  earthly  tongue  can  tell.] 

[7  O  love  the  Lord,  ye  faints  of  hi* ; 
His  eye  regards  the  juft  ! 
How  iichly  bleft  th>ir  portion  is 

Who  make  the  Lord  their  trufi;  !' 

8  Young  lions,  pinch'd  with  hunger,  roar, 
And  famifh  in  the  wood  : 
But  God  fupplies  his  holy  poor 
With  every  needful  good.] 


PSALMS.  75 

PSALM     XXXIV.     ver.  n, — 22.     Second  part, 
Common  Metre. 

Exhortation  to  peace  and  lolinefs. 

COME,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord, 
And  that  your  days  be  long, 
Let  not  a  falfe  or  fpiteful  word 
Be  found  upon  ycur  tongue. 

C  Depart  from  mifchief,  pracHfe  love, 
Purfue  the  words  of  peace  : 
So  fhall  the  Lord  your  ways  approve, 
And  fet  your  fouls  at  eafe. 

3  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  jnft, 

His  ears  attend  their  cry  : 

When  broken  fpirits  dwell  in  duft, 

The  God  of  grace  is  nigh. 

4  What  though  the  forrows  here  they  tafte 

Are  fharp  and  tedious  too, 
The  Lord,  who  faves  them  all  at  laft, 
Is  their  fupporter  now. 

5  Evil  fhall  fmite  the  wicked  dead ; 

But  God  fe cures  his  own, 
Prevents  the  mifchief  when  they  Hide, 
Or  heals  the  broken  bone. 

6  When  defolation,  like  a  flood, 

O'er  the  proud  finner  rolls, 
Saints  find  a  refuge  in  their  God, 
For  he"  redeemed  their  foals. 

PSALM  XXXV.  ver.  12,13,14.  Common  Metre, 

Love  to   enemies  ;    or,    Toe  love  of  Chrifl  to  ftnners 
typified,  in  David. 

*    T>EHOLD  the  love,  the  generous  leve, 
J3   That  holy  David  fhows  : 
Behold  his  kind  companion  move 
For  his  afflicled  fees  ! 
2-  When  they  are  fick  his  foul  complains, 
And  feems  to  feel  the  fmart ; 
The  fpirit  of  the  gofpel  reigns, 
And  aaelts  his  pious  heart. 


76  PSA  L  M  S. 

3  How  did  his  flowing  tears  condole, 

As  for  a  brother  dead  ! 
And  falling  mortify'd  his  foul, 

White  For  their  life  he  pray'd. 

4  They  groan'd,  and  curs'd  him  on  their  bed, 

pleads  and  mourns; 
And  double  bleffings  on  his  head 
The  righteous  God  returns. 

5  O  glorious  type  of  heav'nly  gr 

Thus  Chrift  th<    . 
While  finners  curfe,  the  .Saviour  prays, 
And  pities  them  with  tears. 

6  He,  the  true  David,  IfraeFs  king, 

BlefsM  and  belov'd  of  God, 
To  fave  us  rebels  dead  in  fin 

Pay'd  his  own  deareft  blood. 

PSALM    XXXVI.  vcr.  5,-9.    Long  Metre. 

Ti\  ■  >>crf cell  ons  and  providence  of ,  God  ;    or,   General  provi- 
dence and  fpecial  grace. 

1    TJ"IG^  m  tne  ncav''nS  eternal  God, 
jL\L  Thy  goodnefs  in  full  glory  fhincs; 
Thy  truth  ihall  break  through  ev'ry  cloud 
That  veils  aud  darkens  thy  defigns. 

%  Forever  firm  thy  juftice  ftands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep  ; 
Wife  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands, 

Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 

man  and  bead  thy  bounty  fhare.; 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 
But  faints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 

4  My  God  !  how  excellent  thy  g  ace  ; 

Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  fprings ; 
The  fons  of  Adam  in  difrxefs 

Fly  to  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings. 

5  From  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe 

W<   (hall  be  fed  with  fweet  repaft  ; 
There  mercy,  like  a  river,  flows, 

-rings  falvation  to  our  taftc. 


PSAL  M  S.  s  77 

4  Life  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 

Springs  from  the  prcfence  of  my  Lord ; 
And  in  thy  light  our  fouls  mall  fee 

The  glories  promis'd  in  thy  word. 

PSALM  XXXVI.  v.  1,2,5,6,7,9.  Common  Metre. 

Practical  atheifm  expifed ;  or,   The  being  and  attributes   of 
God  ajfertcd. 

I   TTTHILE  men  -grow  bold  in  wicked  ways, 
VV     And  yet  a  God  they  own, 
My  heart  within  me  often  fays, 

"  Their  thoughts  believe  there's  none." 

a  Their  thoughts  and  ways  at  once  declare, 

(Whate'er  their  lips  profefs) 

God  hath  no  wrath  for  them  to  fear, 

Nor  will  they  feek  his  grace. 

3  How  ftrange  felf-fiattery  blinds  their  eyes  ! 

But  there's  a  haft'ning  hour 
When  they  fhall  fee  with  fore  furprife, 
The  terrors  of  thy  pow'r. 

4  Thy  juftice  fhall  maintain  its  throne, 

Though  mountains  melt  away  ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown, 
A  deep  unfathom'd  fea. 

5  Above  thefe  heav'ns'  created  rounds 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  extend ; 

Thy  truth  outlives  the  narrow  bounds 

Where  time  and  nature  end. 

6  Safety  to  man  thy  goodnefs  brings, 

Nor  overlooks  the  beaft ; 
Eeneath  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings 
Thy  children  chufe  to  reft. 

[7  From  thee,  when  creature-ftreams  run  low, 
And  mortal  comforts  die, 
Perpetual  fprings  of  life  fhall  flow, 
And  raife  our  pleafures  high. 

8  Though  all  created  light  decay, 

And  death  clofe  up  our  eyes, 
Thy  prefence  makes  eternal  day, 
Where  clouds  can  never  rife.] 
G  % 


78  PSALM  S. 

PSALM    XXXVI.    ver.  1,-7.     Short  Metre. 
The  •wickednefs  of  man,  and  the  majejly  of  God ;   or,   Rrac 
tical  atheifm  expofed. 

1   "\X7"HEN  man  grows  bold  in  fin, 
V  V      My  heart  within  me  cries, 
"  He  hath  no  faith  of  God  within, 
"  Nor  fear  before  his  eyes." 
[a  He  walks  awhile  conceal'd 

In  a  felf-flatt'ring  dream, 
Till  his  dark  crimes,  at  once  reveal'd, 
Expofe  his  hateful  name.] 

3  His  heart  is  falfe  and  foul, 

His  words  are  fmooth  and  fair  • 
WifHom  is  banihYdfrom  his  foul, 
And  leaves  no  goodnefs  there. 

4  He  plots  upon  his  hed 

New  mifchiefs  to  fulfil  ; 
He  fets  his  heart,  and  hand,  and  head, 
To  pra&ife  all  that's  ill. 

5  But  there's  a  dreadful  God, 

Though  men  renounce  his  fear  ; 
Hisjuftice  hid  behind  the  cloud 
Shall  one  great  day  appear. 

6  His  truth  tranfeends  the  fky, 

In  heav'n  his  mercies  dwell ; 
Deep  "as  the  fea  his  judgments  lie, 
His  anger  burns  to  hell. 

7  How  excellent  his  love, 

Whence  all  our  fafety  fprings  ! 
O  ne*er  let  my  foul  remove 

From  underneath  his  wings  ! 

PSALM    XXXVII.  ver.  1,-15.     Firfl  part. 
Common  Metre. 
The    cure  of  envy,  fretful,, fs,    and  unbelief;    or,    The 
•wards  of  the  righteous  and  the  wicked, 

1  W"*?y fhouId  T  vcx  my  r°ui' ;md  frct 

>  V      To  fee  the  wicked  rife  ,? 
Or  envy  finners  waxing  great 
3y  violence  and  lies. 


PSALMS. 

2  As  flow'ry  grafs  cut  down  at  noon, 

Before  the  ev'ning  fades, 
So  fhall  their  glories  vanifh  foon 
In  everlafting  fhades. 

3  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  truft, 

And  praclife  all  that's  good  ; 
So  fhall  I  dwell  among  the  juft, 
And  he'll  provide  me  food. 

4  I  to  my  God  my  ways  commit, 

And  chearful  wait  his  will  : 
Thy  hand,  which  guides  my  doubtful  feet, 
Shall  my  defires  fulfil. 

5  Mine  innocence  (halt  thou  difplay, 

And  make  thy  judgments  known, 
Fair  as  the  light  of  dawning  day, 
And  glorious  as  the  noon. 

6  The  meek  at  laft  the  earth  poffefs, 

And  are  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ; 
True  riches,  with  abundant  peace, 
To  humble  fouls  are  giv'n. 

PAUSE. 

7  Reft  in  the  Lord,  and  keep  his  way, 

Nor  let  your  anger  rife, 
Though  providence  fhould  long  delay 
To  punifh  haughty  vice. 

8  Let  finners  join  to  break  your  peace, 

And  plot,  and  jage,  and  foam  ; 

The  Lord  derides  them,  for  he  fees 

Their  day  of  vengeance  come. 

9  They  have  drawn  out  the  threatening  fword, 

Have  bent  the  murderous  bow, 
To  flay  the  men  that  fear  the  Lord, 
And  bring  the  righteous  low. 

10  My  God  fhall  break  their  bows,  and  burn 

Their  perfecuting  darts, 
Shall  their  own  fwords  againft  them  turn  ; 
And  pierce  their  ftubborn  hearts. 


So  PSALMS. 

PSALM  XXXVII.  ver.  16,  21,  26,— 31.  Sesond  part. 

Common  Metre. 

Charity  to  the  poor  ;    or,  Religion  in  ivords  and  deeds. 

1  "\T7"HY  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boaft, 

VV     And  grow  profanely  bold  ? 
The  meaneft  portion  of  the  juit 
Excels  the  finners'  gold, 

2  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends, 

But  ne'er  defigns  to  pay, 
The  (aint  is  merciful,  and  lends, 
Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 

3  I  lis  alms,  with  lib'ral  heart,  hegrves 

Amongft  the  Ions  of  need  ; 
His  mem'ry  to  long  ages  lives, 
And  blefTed  is  his  kc<\. 

4  His  lips  abhor  to  talk  profane, 

To  flander  or  defraud  ; 
His  ready  tongue  declares  to  men 
What  he  has  learn'd  of  God. 

5  The  law  and  gofpel  of  the  Lord 

Deep  in  his  heart  abide  ; 

Led  by  the  Spirit  and  the  Word, 

His  feet  fhall  never  Aide. 

6  When  Tinners  fall,  the  righteous  ftand 

Preferv'd  from  ev'ry  fnare  ; 
They  fhall  poffefs  the  promis'd  land, 
And  dwell  forever  there. 

PSALM    XXXVII.    ver.  23,-37.     Third  part. 
Common  Metre. 

'The  ivay  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  ivicied. 

1  "IV  /TY  God,  the  fteps  of  pious  men 
1VX  Are  order'd  by  thy  will  5 
Though  they  fhould  fall,  they  rife  again, 

Thy  hand  fupports  them  fliil. 

2  The  Lord  delights  to  fee  their  ways, 

Their  virtue  he  approves  : 
He'll  ne'er  deprive  them   of  his  grace, 
Nor  leave  the  men  he  Love* 


PSALMS.  8: 

3  The  heav'nly  heritage  is  theirs, 

Their  portion  and  their  home  ; 
He  feafts  them  now,  and  makes  them  heirs 
Of  bleiTings  long  to  come. 

4  Wait  on  the   Lord,  ye  fons  of  men, 

Nor  fear  when  tyrants  frown  ; 
Ye  fhall  confefs  their  pride  #was  vain, 
When  juftice  cafts  them  down. 
PAUSE. 

5  The  haughty  finner  have  I  feen, 

Not  fearing  man  nor  God, 

Like  a  tall  hay-tree  fair  and  green, 

Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 

6  And  lo,  he  vanifh'd  from  the  ground, 

Deftroy'd  by  hands  unfeen  ; 
Nor  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf,  was  found, 
Where  all  that  pride  had  been. 

7  But  mark  the  man  of  righteoufnefs, 

His  fev'ral  fteps  attend  ; 
True  pleafure  runs  through  all  his  ways, 
And  peaceful  is  his  end. 
PSALM     XXXVIII.     Common  Metre. 
Guilt  of  confekna    and  relief;    or,   Repentance   and  prayt 
for  pardon  and  health. 

1  /\   MIDST  thy  wrath  remember  love, 
Jl\-  Reftore  thy  fervant,  Lord, 

Nor  let  a  Father's  chaft'ning  prove 
Like  an  avenger's  fword. 

2  Thine  arrows  flick  within  my  heart, 

My  fiefh  is  forely  prefsM  : 
Between  the  forrow  and  the  fmart 
My  fpirit  finds  no  reft. 

3  My  fins  a  heavy  load  appear, 

And  o'er  my  head  are  gone  ; 
Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear, 
Too  hard  for  me  t'  atone. 

4  My  thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  fea, 

That  fink  my  comforts  down  ; 
And  I  go  mourning  all  the  day 
Beneath  my  Father's  frown. 


-  1'  S  A  1.   M  S. 

5  Lord,  I  atn  wcaken'd  and  difmay'd, 

None  of  my  powers  are  whole  ; 
My  wound*  with  piercing  anguifh  bleed, 
_'lhe  anguifh  of  my  foul. 

6  All  my  defires  to  thee  are  known, 

Thine  eye  counts  every  tear, 
And  ev'ry  fi^h,  and  ev'ry  groan, 
Is  notic'd  by  throe  ear. 

7  Thou  art  my  God,  my  only  hope, 

My  God  will   hear  my  cry; 
My  God  will  bear  my  fpirit  up 
When  Satan  bids  me  die. 
[8  My  fees  rejoice  whene'er  I  Aide, 
1  o  fee  my  virtue  fail  ; 
They  raife  their  pleafure  and  their  pride 
Whene'er  their  wiles  prevail. 

9  But  Til  confer?  my  guilty  ways, 

And  grieve  for  all  my  fin  ; 
I'll  mourn  how  weak  the  feeds  of  grace, 
And  beg  fupport  divine. 

10  My  Cod,  forgive  my  follies  paft, 

And  be  forever  nigh  ; 
O  Lord  of  my  falvation,  hafte, 
Eefore  thy  fervant  die.] 

PSALM    XXXIX.    ver.  I,  2,  3.    Firft  part. 

Common  Metre. 
JVatdftlftpfs  over  the  tongue  ;    or,   Prudence  and  zeal. 
I   HPHUS  I  refolv'd  before  the  Lord, 
X     "  Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue, 
"  Left  I  let  flip  one  finful  word, 

"  Or  do  my  neighbour  wrong." 
a  Whene'er  conftrain'd  a  while  to  flay 
With  men  of  life  profane, 
I'll  fet  a  double  guard  that  day, 
Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 
3   I'll  fcarce  allow  my  lips  to  fpeak 
The  pious  thoughts  I  feel, 
Left  fcoffers  fhould  th'  occafion  take 
To  mock  my  holy  zeal. 


J 


PSALMS.  S3 

4  Yet  if  fome  proper  hour  appear, 
I'll  not  be  overaw'd, 
But  let  the  fcpfling  finners  hear 
That  we  can  ipeak  for  God. 

PSALM    XXXIX.    ver.  4,5,6,  7.    Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

The  vanity  of  man  as  mortal. 

I   HPEACH  me  the  meafure  of  my  days, 
JL     Thou  Maker  of  my  frame  ; 
I  would  furvey  life's  narrow  fpace, 
And  learn  how  fiail  I  am. 

a  A  fpan  is  all  that  we  can  boalt, 
An  inch  or  two  of  time  ;  < 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  dull 

In  all  his  flower  and  prime. 

3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 

Like  fhadows  o'er  the  plain  ; 
They  rage  and  flrive,  defire  and  love, 
But  all  the  noife  is  vain. 

4  Some  walk  in  honor's  gaudy  fhow, 

Some  dig  for  golden  ore, 
They  toil  for  heirs,  they  know  not  who* 
And  ftraight  are  feen  no  more. 

5  What  mould  I  wifh  or  wait  for  then 

From  creatures,  earth  and  dull  ? 
They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
And  difappoint  our  trull. 

6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 

My  fond  defires  recall  : 
I  give  my  mortal  interell  up, 
And  make  my  God  my  all. 

PSALM     XXXIX.    ver.  9,-13.     Third  par*. 
Common  Metre. 

Sick-bed  devotion  ;   or,    Pleading  without  fepining, 

I   /^*  OD  of  my  life,  look  gently  down, 
VJT  Behold  the  pains  I  feel ; 
But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 
Nor  dare  difpute  thy  will. 


84  PSALMS. 

a  Difeafea  arc  thy  fervants,  Lord, 

Thejf  come  at  thy  command ; 

I'll  not  attempt  a  murm'ring  word 

Againft  thy  chaii'ning  hand. 

3  Yet  I  may  plead  with  humble  cries, 

Remove  thy  Iharp  rehukes  : 
My  ftrength  confumes,  my  fpirit  dies, 
Through  thy  repeated  ftrokes. 

4  Crufh'd  as  a  moth  beneath  thy  hand, 

We  moulder  to  the  duft  : 
Our  feeble  powers  can  ne'er  withftand, 
And  all  our  beauty's  loft. 

5  I'm  but  a  ftranger  here  below, 

As  all  my  fathers  were  ; 
May  I   be  well  prepar'd  to  go, 
When  I  thy  fummons  hear  ! 

6  Bnt  if  my  life  be  fpar'd  a  while 

Before  my  laft  remove, 
Thy  praife  fhall  be  my  bus'nefs  ftill, 
And  I'll  declare  thy  love. 

PSALM     XL.     ver.  I,  a,  3,5,  17.     Fir  ft  part. 
Common  Metre. 

A  Jong  of  deliverance  from  great  </<,. 

I   T  WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord, 
J.   He  bow'd  to  hear  my  cry  ; 
He  law  me  refting  on  his  \ 

And  brought  falvation  nigh. 

%  He  rai:,\!  me  from  a  horrid  pit, 

Where  mourning  long  i  lay, 

And  from  my  bonds  releas'd  my  feet, 

Deep  bonds  of  mirey  clay. 

3  Firm  on  ;i  rock  he  made  me  (band, 

And  taught  my  chearful  tongue 
To  praife  tin-  wonders  of  his  hand, 

In   a  new  thankful  fong. 

4  I'll  fpread  his  works  of  grace  abroad; 

The  faints  with  joy  fhall  h<  ar, 
Anil  Gnners  learn  to  make  my  God 
'i'lieir  only  hope  and  fear. 


PSAL  M  S.  g5 

5  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love  ; 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great ! 
"We  have  not  words  nor  hours  enough 
Their  numbers  to  repeat. 

6  When  I'm  afflicted,  poor  and  lew, 

And  light  and  peace  depart, 
My  God  beholds  my  heavy  woe, 
And  bears  me  on  his  heart. 

PSALM  XL.  ver.  6, — 9.  Second  part.  Common  Metre, 

The  incarnation  and  facrifice  of  Chrijl. 

I   r  &  "TIUS  faith  the  Lord,  "  Your  work  is  vain, 
JL     "  Give  your  burnt-offering  o'er, 
"  In  dying  goats  and  bullocks  flain 
"  My  foul  delights  no  more.'-' 

3  Then  fpake  the  Saviour,  "  Lo,  I'm  here, 
"  My  God,  to  do  thy  will ; 
"  Whate'er  thy  facred  books  declare, 
«  Thy  fervant  lhall  fulfil. 

3  "  Thy  love  is  ever  in  my  fight, 

"  I  keep  it  near  my  heart ; 
"  Mine  eyes  are  open'd  with  delight 
"  To  what  thy  lips  impart." 

4  And  fee  !  the  blefs'd  Redeemer  comes! 

Th'  eternal  Son  appears, 

And  at  th'  appointed  time  affumes 

The  body  God  prepares. 

5  Much  he  reveal' d  his  Father's  grace, 

And  much  his  truth  he  fhew'd, 
And  preached  the  way  of  righteoufnefs 
Where  great  affemblies  ftood. 

6  His  Father's  honor  touch'd  his  heart ; 

He  pitied  finners'  cries, 
And  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part 
Was  made  a  facrifice. 

PAUSE. 

7  No  blood  of  beafts  on  altars  fhed 

Could  wafh  the  confidence  clean. 
But  the  rich  facrifice  he  paid 
Atones  for  all  our  fin. 
H 


86  PS  A  L  M  S. 

8  Then  was  the  great  falvation  fpread, 
And  Satan's  kingdom  fhcok ; 
Thus  by  the  woman's  promis'd  feed 
The  ferpent's  head  was  broke. 

PSALM     XL.    ver.  5,— io.v    Long  Metre. 
Cbr'ijl  our  facrljice. 
1   '  I  'HE  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought, 
1.     Exceed  our  praife,  furmount  our  thought; 

Should  I  attempt   the  long  detail, 

My  fpeech  would  faint,  my  numbers  fail. 
%  No  blood  of  beafts,  on  altars  fpilt, 

Can  cleanfe  the  fouls  of  men  from  guilt ; 

But  thou  hall  fet  before  our  eyes 

An  all-fufficient  facrifice. 

3  Lo  !  thine  eternal  Son  appears, 
To  thy  defigns  he  bows  ins  ears 
Affumes  a  body  well  prepar'd, 
And  well  performs  a  work  fo  hard. 

4  "  Behold  I  come/'  the  Saviour  cries, 
With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes ; 

"  I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  load 

"  Of  fins,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God. 

5  "  'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 
"  'Tis  inlhy  book  foretold  of  me; 
"  I  muft  fulfil  the  Saviour's  part ; 

"  And,  lo  !    thy  law  is  in  my  heart. 

6  "  I'll  magnify  thy  holy  law, 

"  And  rebels  to  obedience  draw, 

"  When  on  my  crefs  I'm   lifted  high, 

"  Or  to  my  crown  above  the  fky. 

7  "  The  Spirit  fhall  defcend  and  mow 

"  What  thou  haft  done,  and  what  I  do  ; 

"  The  wond'ring  world  mall  learn  thy  grace, 

"  And  ail  creation  tune  thy  praife." 

PSALM     XLI.     ver.  r,  2,  3.    Long  Metre. 

Charity  to  the  poor  ;    or,    Pity  to  the  ajJliScd. 

1   ~\X}'^^  -0  iS  l^e  man  whofe  breaft  can  move, 
J.  J  And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor, 
Whofc  foul,  by  fympathiaing  love, 

Feell  wii.u  his  fellow-faints  endure 


PSALMS.  87 

a  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 

More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do  ; 
He,  in  the  time  of  general  grief, 

Shall  find  the  Lord  has  mercy  too. 

3  His  foul  fhall  live  fecure  on  earth, 

With  fecret  bleflings  on  his  head, 

When  drought,  and  peililence,  and  dearth, 

Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 

4  Or  if  he  languifh  on  his  couch, 

God  will  pronounce  his  fins  forgiv'n, 
Will  fave  him  with  a  healing  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  foul  to  heav'n. 

-PSALM  XLII.  ver.  1, — 9.  Firft  part.  Common  Metre. 

Defertion  and  hope  ;    or,    Complaint  of  abfence  from  public 
•worjhip. 

I  "TT7TTH  earneft  longings  of  the  mind, 
VV     My  God,  to  thee  I  look ; 
So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find 
And  tafte  the  cooling  brook. 

%  When  fhall  I  fee  thy  courts  of  grace, 
And  meet  my  God  again  ? 
So  long  an  abfence  from  thy  face 
My  heart  endures  with  pain. 

3  Temptations  vex  my  weary  foul, 

And  tears  are  my  repaft  ; 
The  foe  infults  without  controul, 

"  And  where' s  your  God  at  lafl  ?" 

4  'Tis  with  a  mournful  pleafure  now 

I  think  on  ancient  days  ; 
Then  to  thy  houfe  did  numbers  go, 
And  all  our  work  was  praife. 

5  But  why,  my  foul,  funk  down  fo  far 

Beneath  this  heavy  load  ? 
My  fpirit,  why  indulge  defpair, 
And  fin  againft  my  God  ? 

6  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whofe  mighty  hand 

Can  all  thy  woes  remove, 
For  I  fhall  yet  before  him  ftand, 
And  fing  reftoring  love. 


8S  PSALMS. 

PSALM     XLII.    vcr.  6,— II.  Second  part. 
Long  Metre. 

Melancholy    i  proved;     or,    Hope   in    ajjliclion. 

I   ~]\  /TY  fpirit  links  within  me,  Lord, 
i-V±   But  I  will  call  thy  name  to  mind, 
And  times  of  pair,  diftrefs  record, 

When  1  have  found  my  God  was  kind, 
a  Huge  troubles,  with  tumultuous  noife, 
,  Swell  like  a  fea,  and  round  me  fpread; 

The  rifing  waves  drown  all  my  joys, 

And  roll  tremenduous  o'er  my  head. 

3  Yet  will  the  Lord  command  his  love, 

When  I  addrefs  his  throne  hy  day, 
Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove  ; 

The  night  fhall  hear  me  fing  and  pray. 

4  I'll  call  myfelf  before  his  feet, 

And  fay,  "  My  God,  my  heav'nly  Rock, 
"  Why  doth  thy  love  fo  long  forget 

"  The  foul  that  groans  beneath  thy  ilroke  ?" 

5  I'll  chide  my  heart  that  finks  fo  low ; 

Why  fhould  my  foul  indulge  her  grief  ? 
Hope  in  the  Lord,  and  praife   him  too ; 
He  is  my  reft,  my  fure  relief. 

6  My  God,  my  moft  exceeding  joy, 

Thy  light  and  truth  fhall  guide  me  frill, 
Thy  word  fhall  my  befl:  thoughts  employ, 
And  lead  me  to  thine  heav'nly  hill. 

PSALM     XLIII.     Common  Metre. 

Safely  in  divine  proleclion. 

I    JUDGE  me,  O  God,  and  plead  my  caufe, 
J    Againft  a  finful  race  ; 
From  vile  oppreffion  and  d 
Secure  me  by  thy  gr 

%  On  thee  my  ftedfaft  hope  depends, 
And  am  I  left  to  mourn  ? 
To  fink  in  forrows,  and  in  vain 
Implore  thy  kind  return  ? 


PSALMS.  if 

$  Oh  fend  thy  light  to  guide  my  feet, 
And  bid  thy  truth  appear, 
Conduit  me  to  thy  holy  hill, 
To  tafte  thy  mercies  there. 

4  Then  to  thy  altar,  oh,  my  God, 

My  joyful  feet  fhall  rife, 
And  my  triumphant  fongs  fhall  praifc 
The  God  that  rales  the  Ikies. 

5  Sink  not,  my  foul,  beneath  thy  fear, 

Nor  yield  to  weak  defpair  ; 
For  I  Hiall  live  to  praife  the  Lord, 
And  blefs  his  guardian  care. 

PSALM     XLIV.     ver.  I,  %,  3,  8,  15,-26. 
Common  Metre. 

The  church's  complaint  in  ferfecution. 

1   T    ORD,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old, 
JL<  Thy  works  of  pow'r  and  grace, 
When  to  our  ears  our  fathers  told 
The  wonders  of  their  days  : 

a  They  faw  their  beauteous  churches  rife, 
The  fpreading  gofpel  run  ; 
While  light  and  glory  from  the  fkies 
Through  all  their  temples  fhone. 

3  In  God  they  boafted  all  the  day, 

And  in  a  chearful  throng 
Did  thoufauds  meet  to  praife  and  pray, 
And  grace  was  all  their  fong. 

4  But  now  our  fouls  are  feiz'd  with  fhame, 

4     Confufion  fills  our  face, 
To  hear  the  enemy  biafpheme, 

And  fools  reproach  thy  grace. 

5  Yet  have  we  not  forgot  our  God, 

Nor  falfely  dealt  with  heav'n, 
Nor  hai»e  our  fteps  declined  the  road 
Of  duty  thou  haft  giv'n. 

6  Though  dragons  all  around  us  roar 

With  their  deftru&ive  breath, 
And  thine  own  hand  has  bruis'd  us  fore, 
Hard  by  the  gates  of  death. 
H  % 


90  PSALMS. 

P  A  U  S  E. 

7  We  arc  expos'd  all  day  to  die, 

A?  martyrs  for  thy  name ; 
As  fheep  for  (laughter  bound  we  lie, 
And  wait  the  kindling  flame. 

8  Awcke,  arife,  almighty  Lord, 

Why  fleeps  thy  wonted  grace  ? 
Why  mould  we  fecm  like  men  abhorr'd, 
Or  banifiYd  from  thy  face  ? 

9  Wilt  thou  forever  cult  us  off, 

And  ftill  neglect  our  cries  ? 
Forever  hide  thine  heaVnly  love 
From  our  afflicted  eye-  ? 

10  Down  to  the  dull  our  foul  is  bow'd, 

And  dies  upon  the  ground  ; 
Rife  for  our  help,  rebuke  the  proud, 
And  all  their  pow'rs  confound. 

1 1  Redeem  us  frcm  perpetual  fhame, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  God  ; 
We  plead  the  honors  of  thy  name, 
The  merits  of  thy  blood. 

P  S  A  L  M     XLV.     Short  Metre. 

The  glory  of  Chr'ijl ;    the  fucc.f  of  the  gofpel ;    and  thi 
cb. 
I   TV  /TY  Saviour  and  my  K 
J_\J_  Thy  beauties  are  divi      ; 
Thy  lips  with  bl 

And  ev'ry  grace  is  thine. 

a  Now  make  the  glory  known, 

Gird  on  thy  dreadful  fwerd, 
And  rife  in  majeily  to  fpread 
The  conquefts  of  thy  word. 

3  Strike  through  thy  flubborn  foes, 

Or  make  their  hearts  • 

While  juitice,  meeknefs,  grace  and  truth 
Attend  thy  glorious   \ 

4  Thy  laws,  O  God,  are  right, 

Thy  throne  Dial!  ever  ftand; 
And  thy  victorious  gofpel  prove 
A  fceptre  in  ihy  han<L 


PSALMS.  91 

[5  Thy  Father  and  thy  God 

Hath  without  meafure  fhed 
His  Spirit,  like  a  grateful  oil, 
T'  anoint  thy  facred  head.] 

[6  Behold,  at  thy  right  hand 

The  Gentile  church  is  feen, 
A  beauteous  bride,  in  rich  attire, 
And  princes  guard  the  queen.] 

7  Fair  bride,  receive  his  love, 

Forget  thy  father's  houfe  ; 
Forfake  thy  gods,  thy  idol  gods, 
And  pay  thy  Lord  thy  vows. 

2  Oh  let  thy  God  and   King 

Thy  fweeteft  thoughts  employ  ; 
Thy  children  fhall  his  honor  hng. 
And  tafte  the  heav'nly  joy. 

PSALM     XLV.     Common  Metre. 

The  perfonal  glories    and  government   of  Chrijl. 

Z   T'LL  fpeak  the  honors  of  my  King, 
J-   Flis  form  divinely  fair  : 
None  of  the  fons  cf  mortal  race 
May  with  the  Lord  compare. 

a  Sweet  is  thy  fpeech,  and  heav'nly  grace 
Upon  thy  lips  is  fhed  ; 
Thy  God  with  bleffings  infinite 

Hath  crown' d  thy  facred  head. 

3  Gird  on  thy  fword,  victorious  prince, 

Ride  with  majeftic  fway  ; 
Thy  terror  fhall  ftrike  through  thy  foes, 
And  make  the  world  obey. 

it  Thy  throne,  O  God,  forever  ftands, 
Thy  word  of  grace  fhall  prove 
A  peaceful  fcepter  in  thy  hands, 
To  rule  thy  faints  by  love.     - 

5  Juftice  and  truth  attend  thee  flill, 
Eut  mercy  is  thy  choice  ; 
And  God,  thy  God,  thy  foul  fhall  fill 
With  moft  peculiar  joys. 


$Z  PSALMS. 

PSALM     XLV.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 
Tbt  g  01 y  of  Cbriji,  and  poiver  of  his  gcfpel. 

1  "\JOW  be  my  heart  Lnipir'd  to  fing 
JlN    The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King, 
Jefus  the  Lord  ;  how  heav'nly  fair 
His  form  !  how  bright  his  beauties  are ! 

s  O'er  all  the  fons  of  human  race 
He  fhines  with  far  fuperior  grace, 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  ilows, 
And  blefflngs  all  his  ftate  cempofe. 

3  Drefs  thee  in  arms,  moft  mighty  Lord, 
Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  fword, 

In  majefty  and  glory  rido 

With  truth  and  meeknefs  at  thy  fide. 

4  Thine  anger,  like  a  point-:  \  dart, 
Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  ftubhorn  heart ; 
Or  word?  of  mei  cy,  !  ind  ai  i  fweet, 
Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 

5  Thy  throne,  O  God,  forever  itands, 
Grace,  is  the  fecptre  in  thy  hands ; 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  jufl  n\d  right, 
But  grace  and  juftice  thy  delight. 

6  God,  thine  own  God  has  richly  fhed 
His  oil  <  .  -ad  ; 
And  with  his  facred  Spirit  blcft 
His  firft-born  Son  above  the  reft. 

PSALM    XLV.    Second  part.    Long  Metre. 
Chnjl  and  his  church  :    OTt    Tbt  u:\Jlical  marriage. 
i   rTPHE  king  of  fainl  fair  his  face, 

X    Adprn'd  with  majefty  and  grace! 
He  comes  with  blefQngs  from  above, 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 

2  At  his  right  hand  our  eyes  behold 
'J  he  queen  array'd  in  purcft  gold; 
The  world  admires  her  heav'nly  drefs, 
I  Icr  robes  of  joy  and  righteoufnefs. 

3  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own, 
He  calls  and  feats  her  near  his  throne  ; 
Fair  flranger,  let  thine  heart  forget 

'J  lie  idols  of  thy  native  ftate. 


PSAL  M  S.  93 

4  So  fhall  the  king  the  more  rejoice 
In  thee  the  favourite  of  his  choice  ; 
Let  him  be  lov'd,  and  yet  ador'd, 
For  he's  thy  Maker  and  thy  Lord. 

5  Oh  happy  hour/  when  thou  fhalt  rife 
To  his  fair  palace  in  the  Ikies, 

And  all  thy  fons  (a  numerous  train) 
Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign. 

6  Let  endlefs  honors  crown  his  head  ; 
Let  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  fpread; 
While  we  with  chearful  fongs  approve 
The  condefcenfion  of  his  love. 

PSALM  XL VI.    Firft  part.    Long  Metre. 

The  church's  fafety  and  triumph  -among  national  defolations. 

I    /"N  OD  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints, 

VjF  When  ftorms  of  fharp  diftrefs  invade ; 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 

Behold  him  prefent  with  his  aid. 

0.  Let  mountains  from  their  feats  be  hurlM 
Down  to  the  deep  and  buried  there, 
Convulfions  fhake  the  folid  world, 

Our  faith  fhall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar, 

In  facred  peace  our  fouls  abide, 
While  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  fhore 

Trembles,  and  dreads  the  fwelling  tide. 

4  There  is  a  ftream  whofe  gentle  flow 

Supplies  the  city  of  our  God ! 
Life,  love  and  joy  ftill  gliding  through. 
And  watering  our  divine  abode. 

.  5  That  facred  ftream,  thine  holy  word, 

Supports  our  faith,  our  fear  controuls, 
Sweet  peace  thy  promifes  afford, 

And  give  new  ftrength  to  fainting  fouls. 

6   Zion  enjoys  her  monarch's  love, 

Secure  againft  a  threat'ning  hour ; 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundation  move, 

Built  on  his  truth,  and  arm'd  with  poVr. 


94  PSALMS. 

PSALM    XL VI.    Second  part.    Long  Metre. 

God  fiyhts  fur  his  church. 

I   T    ET  Zion  in  her  king  rejoice, 

JL_j   Though  tyrants  rage,  and  kingdoms  rife  ; 
He  utters  his  almighty  voice, 

The  nations  melt,  the  tumult  dies. 

a  The  Lord  of  old  for  Jacob  fought, 

And  Jacob's  God  is  ftill  our  aid  ; 
Behold  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought, 
What  defolations  he  has  made. 

3  From  fea  to  fea,  through  all  the  fhores 

He  makes  the  noife  of  battle  ceafe ; 
When  from  en  high  his  thunder  roars, 

He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  fpear, 

Chariots  he  burns  with  heav'nly  flame  ; 
Let  earth  in  filent  wonder  hear 

The  found  and  glory  of  his  name. 

5  "  Be  ftill,  and  learn  that  I  am  God, 

«  I  reign  exalted  o'er  the  lands, 
"  I  will  be  known  and  fearM  abroad, 

"  But  Hill  my  throne  in  Zion  ftands." 

6  O  Lord  of  hofts,  almighty  king, 

While  we  fo  near  thy  prefence  dwell, 
Our  faith  mall  fit  fecure,  and  fing, 

Nor  fear  the  raging  pow'rs  of  hell. 

PSALM     XL VI I.     Common  Metre. 
Chrft  s  ajceudtng  and  reigning. 

1  /^\H  for  a  fhout  of  facred  joy 
\^J  To  God  the  fo^ reign  king! 
Let  every  land  their  tongues  employ. 

And  hymns  of  triumph  fing. 

2  Jefus  our  God  afcends  on  high, 

His  heav'nly  guards  around 

Attend  him,  rifing  through  the  Iky, 

With  trumpets  joyful  found. 

3  While  angels  fhout  and  praife  their  kinj, 

Let  mortals  learn  their  flrains ; 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honorr.  fing ; 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 


PSALMS.  95 

4  Rehearfe  his  praife  with  awe  profound, 

Let  knowledge  guide  the  fong ; 
Nor  meek  him  with  a  folemn  found 
Upon  a  thoughtlefs  tongue. 

5  In  Ifrael  flood  his  ancient  throne, 

He  lov'd  that  chofen  race  ; 
But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own,    . 
And  heathens  taile  his  grace. 

6  The  Gentile  nations  are  the  Lord's, 

There  Abraham's  God  is  known  ; 
While  pow'rs  and  princes,  fhields  and  fwords 
Submit  befcre  his  throne. 

PSALM  XL VIII.  ver.  I,— 8.  Firft  part.  Short  Metre. 

/  The  church  is  the  honor  and  fafety  of  a  nation. 

[I  /^i  REAT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
V_T  And  let  his  praife  be  great ; 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
His  moft  delightful  feat. 

%  Thefe  temples  of  his  grace, 

How  beautiful  they  Hand  ! 
The  honors  of  our  native  place, 
And  bulwarks  of  our  land.] 

3  In  Zion  God  is  known 

A  refuge  in  diftrefs  ; 
How  bright  has  his  falvation  fhone, 
How  fair  his  heav'nly  grace  ! 

4  When  kings  againfl  her  join'd, 

And  faw  the  Lord  was  there, 
In  wild  confufion  of  the  mind 
They  fled  with  hafty  fear. 

5  When  navies  tall  and  proud 

Attempt  to  fpoil  our  peace, 
He  fends  his  tempeft  roaring  loud, 
And  finks  them  in  the  feas. 

6  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 

Our  eyes  have  often  feen, 
How  well  our  God  fecures  the  fold 
Where  his  own  flocks  have  been. 


96  PSALMS. 

7  In  ev'ry  new  diftrcfs 

We'll  to  his  houfe  repair, 

Recall  to  mind  his  wond'rous  grace, 

And  leek  dcliv'rance  there. 

PSALM    XLVIII.  ver.  10,— 14.    Second  part. 

Short  Metre. 

The    beauty    of  the  church  ;    or,    Go/pel  ivorjbip  and  order. 

1  Xp^^-  as  tny  name  is  known 

X      The  world  declares  thy  praife ; 
Thy  faints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne 
Their  fongs  of  honor  raife. 

2  With  joy  thy  people  fland 

On  Zion's  chofen  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counfels  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  ftrangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Compafs  and  view  thine  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well. 

4  The  orders  of  thy  houfe, 

The  worfhip  of  thy  court, 
The  chearful  fongs,  the  folemn  vows, 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent  and  how  wife  ! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worfhip  now 

Will  guide  uj  till  we  die  ; 
Will  be  our  guide  while  here  helow, 
And  ours  above  the  fky. 

PSALM    XL1X.    ver.  6,— 14.  Firft  part. 

Common   Metre. 

Pride  and  death  ;   or,    The   vanity  of  life  and  riches. 

I  "\XTHY  ^ot^  tnc  man  °f  riches  grow 
\  V     In  infolence  and  pride, 

1  i  i  wealth  and  honors  flow 
With  ev'ry  riling  tide? 


PSALMS. 

[?,  Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  with  fcorn, 
Made  of  the  felf-fame  clay, 
And  boaft  as  though  his  flefh  were  bora 
Of  better  duft.  than  they  ?] 

5  Not  all  his  treafures  can  procure 
His  foul  a  Ihort  reprieve, 
Redeem  from  death  one  guilty  hour, 
Or  make  his  brother  live. 

[4  Eternal  life  can  ne'er  be  fold, 
The  ranfom  is  too  high  ; 
Juftice  will  ne'er  be  brib'd  with  gold, 
That  man  may  never  die.] 

5  He  fees  the  brutifh  and  the  wife, 

The  timorous  and  the  brave 
Quit  their  poffeffions,   clofe  their  eyes, 
And  haften  to  the  grave. 

6  Yet  'tis  his  inward  thought  and  pride, 

"  My  houfe  fhall  ever  ftand ; 
"  And  that  my  name  may  long  abide 
"  I'll  give  it  to  my  land/' 

7  Vain  are  his  thoughts,  his  hopes  are  loft, 

How  foon  his  mem'ry  dies  ! 
His  name  is  buried  in  the  duft, 
Where  his  own  body  lies.] 

PAUSE. 

8  This  is  the  folly  of  their  way  ! 

And  yet  their  fons>  as  vain, 

Approve  the  words  their  fathers  fay, 

And  act  their  works  again. 

9  Men  void  of  wifdom  and  of  grace, 

Though  honour  raife  them  nigh, 
Live  like  the  beaft,  a  thoughtlefs  race, 
And  like  the  beaft  they  die. 

[10  Laid  in  the  grave,  like  filly  flieep, 
Death  triumphs  o'er  them  there, 
'Till  the  laft  trumpet  breaks  their  fleep^ 
And  wakes  them  in  defpair.] 


57 


93  PSALMS. 

PSALM     XLIX.    ver.  14,  15.    Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Death  and  the  refurrcRior.. 

I  "VTE  fons  of  pride,  that  hate  the  juft, 
A     And  trample  on  the  poor, 
Wnen  death  has  hrought  you  down  to  duft, 
Your  pomp  fhall  rife  no  more. 

a  The  laft  great  day  mall  change  the  fcene  ; 
When  will  that  hour  appear  ! 
When  fhall  the  juft  revive,  and  reign 
O'er  all  that  fcorn'd  them  here  ? 

3  God  will  my  naked  foul  receive, 

Call'd  from  the  world  away, 
And  break  the  prifon  of  the  grave, 
To  raife  my  mould'ring  clay. 

4  Heav'n  is  my  everlafting  home, 

Th'  inheritance  is  fure  ; 
Let  men  of  pride  their  rage  refume, 
But  I'll  repine  no  more. 

P  S  A  L  M     XLIX.     Long  Metre. 
The  rich  Junker's  death,  and  the  /aim's  refurreSiion. 

1  ~\T7"HY  do  the  proud  infult  the  poor, 

VV     And  boaft  the  large  eftates  they  have  t 
How  vain  are  riches  to  fecure 

Their  haughty  owners  from  the  grave ! 

2  They  can't  redeem  an  hour  from  death        • 

With  all  the  wealth  in  which  they  truft ; 
Nor  give  a  dying  brother  breath, 

When  God  commands  him  down  to  dud. 

3  There  the  dark  earth  and  difmal  fhade 

Shall  clafp  their  naked  bodies  round  ; 
That  flefh  fo  delicately  fed 

Lies  cold,  and  moulders  in  the  ground. 

4  Like  thoughtlefs  flieep  the  finner  dies, 

And  leaves  his  glories  in  the  tomb  : 
The  faints  fhall  in  the  morning  rife, 

And  hear  the  oppreffor's  awful  doom. 


PSALMS.  99 

5  His  honors  perifh  in  the  dull, 

And  pomp  and  beauty,  birth  and  blood  : 
That  glorious  day  exalts  the  juft 

To  full  dominion  o'er  the  proud. 

6  My  Saviour  {hall  my  life  reftore, 

And  r?.ife  me  from  my  dark  abode  ; 
My  flelh  and  foul  fhall  part  no  more, 
But  dwell  forever  near  my  God. 

PSALM  L.    ver.  i, — 6.    Firft  part.    Common  Metre. 

The  lajl  judgment  ;   or,    The  faints  rewarded. 

I  HPHE  Lord,  the  judge,  before  his  throne 
X     Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh, 
The  nations  near  the  riling  fun, 
And  near  the  weftern  Iky. 

S  No  more  fhall  bold  blafphemers  fay, 
"  Judgment  will  ne'er  begin  ;** 
No  more  abufe  his  long  delay 
To  impudence  and  fin. 

3  Thron'd  on  a  cloud  our  God  fhall  come, 

Bright  flames  prepare  his  way, 
Thunder  and  darknefs,  fire  and  florin 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 

4  Heav'n  from  above  his  call  fhall  hear, 

Attending  angels  come, 
And  earth  and  hell  fhali  know,  and  fear 
His  juftice  and  their  doom. 

5  "  But  gather  all  my  faints  (he  cries) 

"  That  made  their  peace  with  God, 
**  By  their  Redeemer's  facrifice, 

"  And  feal'd  it  with  his  blood. 

6  "  Their  faith  and  works  brought  forth  to  light, 

"  Shall  make  the  world  confefs 
"  My  fe;ttence  of  reward  is  right, 
And  heav'n  adore  my  grace. 


*00  P  S  A   L   M  5. 

PSALM    L.    vcr.  10,11,14,  15,2  ^.    Second  part. 
Common  M 

Obedience  is  hitter  than  facrifice, 

!  '"pHUS  faith  the  Lord,  "  The  fpacious  fields, 
X     "  And  flocks  and  lien's  an  mine  ; 
"  O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills 
*  1  claim  a  right  divine. 

*  "  I  alk  no  fheep  for  facrifice, 

"  Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire  ; 
"  To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praife, 
"  Is  all  that  I  require. 

3  "  Invoke  my  name  when  trouble's  near, 

"  My  hand  ihall  fet  thee  free ; 
«  Then  fhall  thy  thankfal  lips  declare 
"  The  honor  due  to  me. 

4  "  The  man  that  offers  humble  praife, 

"  Declares  my  glory  beft  : 

"  And  thole  that  tread  my  holy  ways 

"  Shall  my  falvation  tafbe." 

PSALM    L.    ver.  1,  5,  8, 16,  21,  22.    Third  part. 

Common   Metre. 

The  judgment  of  hypocrites. 

*  "\X/rHEN  Chrift  t0  judgment  fhall  defcend, 

VV     And  faints  furround  their  Lord, 
He  calls  the  nations  to  attend, 
And  hear  his  awful  word. 

*  "  Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  flain 

"  Will  I  the  world  reprove; 
•*  Altars,  and  rites,  and  forms,  are  vain 
•"  Without  the  fire  of  love. 

5  "  And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do 

ir  facrifice  ? 
y  call  my  ftatutes  jail  and  true, 
deal  in  thefl  and  lies. 
4  "  Could  you  expect  to  'fcape  my  fight, 
"  And  fin  without  controu!  ? 
(l  But  I  i  to  light 

"  With  iinguiih  in  your  foul." 


PSALMS.  ioi 

5  Confider,  ye  that  flight  the  Lord, 
Before  his  wrath  appear  ; 
If  once  you  fall  beneath  his  fword, 
There's  no  dehVrer  there. 

PSALM     L.     Long  Metre. 

Hypocrify  expnfed. 

I   rX^HE  Lord,  the  Judge,  his  churches  warns, 
JL     Let  hypocrites  attend  and  fear, 
Who  place  their  hope  in  rites  and  forms, 

But  make  not  faith  nor  love  their  care. 

a  Vile  wretches  dare  rehearfe  his  name 

With  lips  of  falfehood  and  deceit ; 
A  friend  or  brother  they  defame, 

And  foothe  and  flatter  thofe  they  hate. 

3  They  watch  to  do  their  neighbours  wrong, 

Yet  dare  to  feek  their  maker's  face  ; 
They  take  his  covenant  on  their  tongue, 
But  break  his  laws,  abufe  his  grace. 

4  T  o  heaven  they  lift  their  hands  unclean, 

Defil'd  with  luft,  defil'd  with  blood ; 
By  night  they  practife  ev'ry  fin, 

By  day  their  mouths  draw  near  to  God. 

5  And  while  his  judgments  long  delay, 

They  grow  fecure  and  fin  the  more ; 
They  think  he  fleeps  as  well  as  they, 
And  put  far  off  the  dreadful  hour, 

6  O  dreadful  hour  !  when  God  draws  near, 

And  fets  their  crimes  before  their  eyes ! 
His  wrath  their  guilty  fouls  fhall  tear, 
And  no  dehVrer  dare  to  rife. 

PSALM     L.     To  a  new  tunc. 

The  la  ft  judgment. 

I  rT~1HE  Lord,  the  Sovereign,  fends  his  fummons  forth, 
_L     Calls  the  fouth  nations,  and  awakes  the  north  ; 
From  eaft  to  weft  the  founding  orders  fpread 
Through  diftant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead  : 
No  more  (hall  atheifts  mock  his  long  delay  ; 
His  vengeance  fleeps  no  more  :  behold  the  day  ! 
I    2 


IQ4  P  S  A  L  M  S. 

2  Behold,  ends;  his  guards  aye  nigh, 
Tempeft  aiul  Bre  attend  him  down  the  Iky. 

n,  earth,  and  hell  draw  near  ;  1st  all  things  come 
To  hear  his  jufticc,  and  the  Tinner's  doom  : 
"  But  gather  firft  my  faints,"  the  Judge  commands, 
"  Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  diftant  lands. 

3  Behold,  my  cov'nant  ftands  forever  good, 
Seal'd  by  the  eternal  facrifice  in  blood. 

And  fign'd  with  all  their  names  ;  the  Greek,  the  jew, 
That  paid  the  antient  worfhip,  or  the  new, 
There's  no  diftinction  here  ;  prepare  their  thrones, 
And  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  fons. 

4  I,  their  almighty  Saviour  and  their  God, 

I  am  their  Judge  :  ye  heav'ns,  proclaim  abroad 
My  juft  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 
Thofe  awful  truths  that  finncrs  dread  to  hear*; 
Sinners  in  Zion,  tremble  and  retire ; 
I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 

5  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  flain 
Do  I  condemn  thee  ;  bulls  and  goats  are  vain 
Without  the  flames  of  love;  in" vain  the  frore 
Of  brutal  offerings  that  were  mine  b(  I 
Mine  are  the  tamer  beads  and  favage  breed, 
Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  forefts  where  th« 

6  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  afk  thee  fi 

When  did  I  third,  or  tafte  the  victim's  blood? 
Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
Thy  folemn  chatt'rings,  and  fan';, 
Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  veftments  to  behold, 
Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  ; 

7  Unthinking  wretch  !   how  couldft  thou  hope  to  plead 
A  God,  a  Spirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ? 
While,  with  my  grace  i.nd  ftatut« 

,l  hou  lov'i:  I  thy  brother  wrong  ; 

In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal'  | 
'i  hieves  and  adult'rers  a 

8  Silent  I  waited  with  0Ve, 
But 

And  cherifh  fuch  an  i:  rithin, 

•1." 


PSALMS.  105 

9  Sinners,  awake  betimes ;  ye  fools,  be  wife ; 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife ; 
Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  finful  works  amend, 
Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend ; 
Left,  like  a  lion,  his  laft  vengeance  tear 
Your  trembling  fouls,  and  no  deliverer  near. 

P  S  A  L  M    L.     To  the  old  proper  tune. 

The  laft  judgment. 

I  rTHHE  God  of  glory  fends  his  fiimmon's  forth, 
X     Calls  the  fouth  nations,  and  awakes  the  north 
From  eaft  to  weft  the  fov'reign  orders  fpread, 
Through  diftant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead. 

The  trumpet  founds,  hell  trembles,   heaven  rejoices  ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  tvith  chearful  voices. 

1  No  more  fhall  atheifts  mock  his  long  delay  ; 
His  vengeance  fieeps  no  more  :  behold  the  day ! 
Behold,  the  Judge  defcends ;  his  guards  are  nigh, 
Tempefts  and  fire  attend  him  dowm  the  Iky. 

JVhen  God  appears,   all  nature  Jball  adore  him  ;- 
While  finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

3  Heav'n,  earth,  and  hell,  draw  near ;  let  all  things  come 
To  hear  my  juftice,  and  the  Tinner's  doom  : 

"  But  gather  firft  my  faints/'  the  Judge  commands, 
"  Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  diftajrt  lands. 
TVhen  Chrifi  returns,   ivake  every  chearful  pafjiqn^ 
And  fhout,  ye  faints  ;    he  comes  for  your  falvaiion.     . 

4  Behold,  my  cov'nant  ftands  for  ever  good, 
Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  focrifice  in  blood, 
And  fignM  with  all  th 
That  paid  the  ancient 

There's  no  dijlinction  here 
And  raife  your  heads,  ye 

5  "Here,"  faith  the  Lord 

And  near  me  feaj  my 
Come,  my  redeem'd, 
Ere  tune  began,  'tis  your  divine  reward. 


;ir  names 

;  the  Greek,  the  Jew, 

worfhip, 

or  the  new. 

faints,  jl. 

r  He  wo' 'n  rejoices. 

cc  ye  ange 

Is,  fpread  their  thrones,. 

fa  v' rites 

and  my  fens ; 

poffefs  the  joys  prepar'd 

106  PSALMS. 

PAUSE  the  firft. 

6  I  am  the  Saviour,  I  th'  almighty  God, 

The  fov'reign  judge  :   ye  heav'ns  proclaim  abroad 

My  juft  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 

Thofc  awful  truths  that  Boners  dread  to  hear. 

When  God  appears,  all  nature  fhall  adore  him  ; 
While  finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

7  Stand  forth,  thou  bold  blafphemer,  and  prophane, 
Now  feel  my  wrath,  nor  call  my  threat'nings  vain; 
Thou  hypocrite,  once  drefs'd  in  faint's  attire, 

I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 

Judgment  proceeds,  hell  trembles,  heav'n  rejoices  : 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,   ivitb  chearful  voices. 

8  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  flain 
Do  I  condemn  thee  ;  bulls  and  goats  are  vain 
Without  the  Hames  of  love  :   in  vain  the  ftor* 
Of  brutal  offerings  that  were  mine  before. 

£artb  is  the  Lord's,  all  nature  Jhall  adore  him  ; 
While  finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

o.   If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  afk  thee  food  ? 

When  did  I  thirft  ?  or  drink  thy  builock's  blood  ? 
Mine  are  the  tamer  beafts  and  lavage  breed. 
Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  forelh  where  they  feed. 

All  is  the  Lord's  ;    he  rules  the  -wide  creation  ; 
Gives  ftnners  vengeance,   and  the  faints  falvation. 

10  Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringincr  bows, 
Thy  folemn  chatt'rings,  and  fantaftic  vows  ? 
Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  wltmtnts  to  behold, 
Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 

God  is  the  judge  of  hearts,  no  fair  difguifet 
Can  fcreen  the  guilty  lulen  bis  vengeance  rifes. 

PAUSE  the  fecond. 

11  Unthinking  wretch  !  how  couldft  thou  hope  topleafe 
A  God,  a  fpirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ? 

While,  wirh  my  <;race  and  ftatutes  on  thy  tongue, 
Thou  lovTt  deceit,  and  doft  thy  brother  wrong. 

Judgment  proceeds,  hell  trembles,  heav'n  rejoices  ; 
Lift  up  your  beads,  ye  faints,  'with  chearful  voices. 


PSALMS.  121 

ii  In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends ; 
Thieves  and  adult'rers  are  thy  chofen  friends  : 
While  the  falfe  flatt'rer  at  mine  altar  waits, 
His  harden'd  foul  divine  inftruclion  hates. 
God  is  the  judge  of  hearts,  no  fair  difguifes 
Can  fcrcen  ihe  guilty  when  his  vengeance  rifes. 

13  Silent  I  waited  with  long-fuff  'ring  love, 

But  didft  thou  hope  that  I  fhould  ne  er  reprove ; 
And  cheriih  fuch  an  impious  thought  within, 
That  the  All-hoiy  would  indulge  thy  fin  ? 

See  God  appears  ;   all  nations   join  t    adore  him  ; 

'Judgment  proceeds,  and  jumers  fall  before  him. 

1 4  Behold  my  terrors  now ;  my  thunders  roll, 
And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul ; 
Now,  like  a  lion,  fhail  my  vengeance  tear 
Thy  bleeding  heart,  and  no  deliv'rer  near/' 

Judgment  concludes,  hell  trembles,  heavn   rejoices, 
Lift  up  your  heads  ye  faints,  iviih  chearful  'voicos. 

E  P  I  P  H  O  N  E  M  A. 

Sinners,  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools,  be  wife  ; 

Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife  ; 

Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  finful  works  amend, 

Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  judge  your  friend. 
Then  join,  ye  faints  ;    ivake  ev'ry  chearful  paffon  ; 
When  Chrif  returns,  he  comes  for  your  falvation. 
PSALM    LI.  Firft  part.    Long  Metre. 

A  penitent  pleading  for  pardon. 

1  Q HEW  pity,  Lord;  O  Lord,  forgive; 
O   Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  : 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  firmer  trull  in  thee  ? 
a  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  furpafs 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  : 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pard'iylng  love  be  found. 

2  O  waft  my  foul  from  ev'ry  fin, 

And  make  my  guilty  confeience  clean  ; 
Here  en  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  paft  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 


loS  PSALMS. 

4  My  lips  with  fliame  my  fins  confefs 
Againft  thy  law,  againft  thy  grace ; 
Lord,  fhould  thy  judgment  grow  fevere, 
I  am  condemn'd,  hut  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  fudden  vengeance  feize  my  "breath, 
I  n.uft  pronounce  thee  juft  in  death  : 
And  if  my  foul  were  lent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  favc  a  trembling  fmner,  Lord, 
Whofe  hope,  ftill  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  fome  fweet  promife  there, 
Some  lure  fupport  againft  defpair. 

PSALM    LI.    Second  part.    Long  Metre. 
Original  and  aSlual  fin  confeffed. 
I   T    ORD,  T  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  fin ; 

-L-J  And  born  unholy  and  unclean  : 

Sprung  from  the  man  whofe  guilty  fall 

Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 
A  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 

The  feeds  of  fin  grow  up  for  death ; 

The  law  demands  a  perfeel  heart ; 

But  we're  defil'd  in  ev'ry  part. 
[3  Great  God,  create  my  heart  anew, 

And  form  my  (pirit  pure  and  true  : 

O  make  me  wife  betimes  to  fpy 

My  danger  and  my  remedy.] 
4.  Behold  I  fall  before  thy  fact? ; 

My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  ; 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean ; 

The  leprofy  lies  deep  within. 

5  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  heart, 

.   Nor  hyffop  branch,  nor  fprinkling  priefh 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  fca, 
Can  wafh  the  difmal  fhin  away. 

6  J  ius,  niy  God,  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  power  fufficient  to  atone  ; 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  fhow; 
No  Jewifh  types  could  cleanfe  me  fo. 


PSALMS.  109 

7  While  guilt  difturbs  or  breaks  'my  peace, 
Nor  iLfh  nor  foul  hath  reft  or  eafe ; 
Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice, 
And  make  my  broken  heart  rejoice. 

PSALM    LI.    Third  part.    Long  Metre. 

"The  backfdder  rejlored ;   or,  Repentance  and  faith  in  tbt 
blood  of  Chriji. 

I  /"\  THOU  that  hear'ft  when  finners  cry, 
\JF  Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

%  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  foul  averfe  to  fin ; 
Let  thy  good  fpirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  prefence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

Caft  out  and  banifh'd  from  thy  fight : 
Thine  holy  joys,  my  God,  reftore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Though  I  have  griev'd  thy  fpirit,  Lord, 
Thy  help  and  comfort  ftiil  afford : 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, ' 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  king, 
Is'  ail  the  facrifice  I  bring ; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  defpife 
A  broken  heart  for  facrifice. 

6  My  foul  lies  humbled  in  the  duft, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  fentence  juft  ^ 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye. 
And  fave  the  foul  condemn' d  to  die. 

.7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  waysj 
Sinners  fhati  learn  thy  fov'reign  grace ; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  fhall  praife  a  pard'ning  God. 

%  O  may  thy  love  irfpire  my  tongue  ! 
Salvation  {hall  be  ail  my  long  ; 
Ana  all  my  powers  {hall  join  to  biefs 
The  Lord,  my  ftrength  and  nghteoufnefs. 


Ito  PSALM  S. 

PSALM    LI.  vcr.  3,-13.     Firft  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Original  and  aclual  fin  confcjfcd  and  pardoned. 

I   T    ORD,  I  would  fpread  my  fore  diftrefs 
-L-J   And  guilt  before  thine  eyes; 
Againft  thy  laws,  againft  thy  grace, 
How  high  my  crimes  arife  ! 

%  Shoukift  thou  condemn  my  foul  to  hell, 
And  crufh  my  flefh  to  duft, 
Hcav'n  would  approve  thy  vengeance  well, 
And  eartli  muft  own  it  juft. 

%  I  from  the  ftock  of  Adam  came 
Unholy  and  unclean  ; 
All  my  original  is  fhame, 
And  all  my  nature  fin. 

4  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 

Contagion  with  my  breath  ; 
And,  as  my  days  advane'd,  I  grew 
A  jufter  prey  for  death. 

5  Cleanfe  me,  O  Lord,  and  cheer  my  fout 

With  thy  forgiving  love  ; 
O  maki-  my  broken  fpirit  whole, 
And  bid  my  pains  remove, 

6  Let  not  thy  fpirit  e'er  depart, 

Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face; 
Create  anew  my  vicious  heart, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 

7  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  known 

Before  the  fons  of  men  ; 

Backlliders  (hull  addrefli  thy  throne, 

And  turn  to  God  again. 

PSALM    LI.  vcr,  14,-17.     Second  part. 
-non  Metre. 
Repentance  and  blood  rf  Chrifl. 

I  /~\   GOD  6f  mercy,  hear  my  call, 
V>    My  loads  of  guilt  remove, 
Break  down  this  fepanlling  wall 
That  bars  mc  from  thy  love. 


PSALMS.  ill 

a  Give  me  the  prefence  of  thy  grace, 
Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
Shall  fpeak  aloud  thy  righteoufnefs, 
And  make  thy  praife  my  fong. 

3  No  blood  of  goats  nor  heifer  flain 

For  Tin  could  e'er  atone  ; 
The  death  of  Chrift  fhall  ftill  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone.' 

4  A  foul  opprefs'd  with  fin's  defert 

My  God  will  ne'er  defpife  : 
A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart, 
Is  our  beft  facrifice. 

PSALM     LII.     Common  Metre. 
The  difappointment  of  the  ivicked. 
I  TT7HY  fhould  the  mighty  make  their  boaft, 
VV     And  heavenly  grace  defpife  ? 
In  their  own  arm  they  put  their  truft, 
And  fill  their  mouth  with  lies. 

1  But  God  in  vengeance  fhall  deftroy, 
And  drive  them  from  his  face  ; 
No  more  fhall  they  his  church  annoy, 
Nor  find  on  earth  a  place. 

3  But  like  a  cultured  olive  grove, 

Drefs'd  in  immortal  green, 

Thy  children  blooming  in  thy  love, 

Amid  thy  courts  are  feen. 

4  On  thine  eternal  grace,  O  Lord, 

Thy  faints  fhall  reft  fecure, 
And  all,  who  trull  thy  holy  word, 
Shall  find  faivation  fure. 

PSALM     LIT.     Long  Metre. 
The  folly  of  felf-dependence. 

1  TT THY  fhould  the  haughty  hero  boaft,    . 

VV      His  vengeful  arm,  his  warlike  hoft  ? 
While  blood  defiles  his  cruel  hand, 
And  defolation  waftes  the  land. 

2  He  joys  to  hear  the  captive's  cry, 
The  widow' i  groan,  the  orphan's  figh  : 
And  when  the  wearied  fword  would  fpare, 
His  faifehood  fpreads  the  fatal  fnare. 

K 


ua  PSALM  S. 

3  He  triumphs  in  the  deeds  cf  wrong, 
And  arms  with  rage  his  impious  tongue  % 
With  pride  proclaims  his  dreadful  power, 
And  bids  the  trembling  world  adore. 

4  But  God  beholds,  and  with  a  frown 
Cafls  to  the  dull  his  honors  down  ; 
The  righteous  freed,  their  hopes  recall, 
And  hail  the  proud  oppreffor's  fall. 

5  How  low  th'  infulting  tyrant  lies, 
Who  dar'd  th'  eternal  power  defpife  ; 
And  vainly  dtein'd  with  envious  joy 
His  arm  almighty  to  deftroy. 

6  We  praife  thee,  Lord,  who  heard  pur  cries, 
And  lent  falvation  from  the  fides ; 

The  faints,  who  few  our  mournful  days, 
Shall  join  our  grateful  fongs  of  praife. 

PSALM     LIII.    ver.  4,— 6.    Common  Metre 

Viliiory  and  deliverance  from  pcijecutiott. 
I      A   RE  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools, 
±\.   Who  thus  deftroy  her  faints  ? 
Do  they  not  know  her  Saviour  rules, 
And  pities  her  complaints  ? 

1  They  (hall  be  feiz'd  with  fad  furprife  ; 
For  God's  avenging  arm 
Shall  crufh  the  hand  that  dares  arifc 
To  do  his  children  harm. 

3  In  vain  the  fons  of  Satan  boaft 

Gf  armies  in   array  ; 
When  God  has  firft  defpis'd  their  hoft, 
They  fall  an  eal'y  prey. 

4  O  for  a  word  from  Zion's  king, 

Her  captives  to  reftore  ! 
Thy  joyful  faints  th]  praife  fliall  fing 
And  Ifrael  weep  no  more. 

PSALM     LIV.     Common  Metre. 
I   TOEHOLD  us,  Lord,  and  let  our  cry 
JLj  Before  thy  throne  afcend, 
Call  thou  on  us  a  pil 

And  itill  our  live*  defend. 


PSALMS.  115 

2  For  flaughtering  foe«  infult  us  round, 

Opprelfive,  proud  and  vain, 

They  cait  thy  temples  to  the  ground, 

And  all  our  rites  profane. 

5  Yet  thy  forgiving  grace  we  truft, 
And  in  thy  power  rejoice  ; 
Thine  arm  mall  crufh  our  foes  to  duffc, 
Thy  praife  infpire  our  voice. 

4  Be  thou  with  thofe  whofe  friendly  hand 
Upheld  us  in  difcrefs, 
Extend  thy  truth  through  every  land, 
And  ftill  thy  people  blefs. 

PSALM,  LV.     ver.  1,— 8,  16,  If,  18,  ife 
Common  Metre. 

Support  for  the  afflicled  and  tempted  foul. 

I   S^\  GOD,- my  refuge,  hear  my  cries, 
V_/    Behold  my  flowing  tears, 
For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devife, 
And  triumph  in  my  fears. 

1  Their  rage  is  levell'd  at  my  life, 

My  foul  with  guilt  they  load, 
And  fill  my  thoughts  with  inward  ftrife, 
To  fhake  my  hope  in  God. 

3  What  inward  pains  my  heartffcrings  wo«nd, 

I  groan  with  ev'ry  breath  ; 
Horror  and  fear  befet  me  round 
Amongft  the  fhades  of  death. 

4  O  were  I  like  a  feather'd  dove, 

And  innocence  had  wings, 
I'd  fly,  and  make  a  long  remove 
From  all  thefe  refdefs  things. 

5  Let  me  to  fome  wild  defart  go, 

And  find  a  peaceful  home, 

Where  ftorms  of  malice  never  blow, 

Temptations  never  come. 

6  Vain  hopes,  and  vain  inventions  all 

To  Tcape  the  rage  of  hell ! 
The  mighty  God,  on  whom  I  call. 
Can  fave  me  here  as  welL 


114  PSALM  S. 

PAUSE. 

7  By  morning  light  I'll  feek  his  face, 

At  noon  repeat  my  cry, 
The  night  mall  hear  me  aflc  his  grace, 
Nor  will  he  long  deny. 

8  God  jfcall  prefervc  my  foul  from  fear, 

Or  fhield  n;e  when  afraid  ; 
Ten  thoufand  angels  mnft  appear 
If  he  command  their  aid. 

9  I  cafi  my  burdens  on  the  Lord, 

The  ]  .(id  fuftairis  them  all; 
My  courage  refts  upon  his  word, 

'I  hat  faints  fhall  never  fall, 
ro  My  higheft  hopes  fliall  not  be  vain,' 

My  lips  fhall  fpread  his  praife ; 
While  en  t I  and  deceitful  men 

.Scarce  live  cut  half  their  days. 

PSALM  LV.  ver.  i5,  16,  17,  19,  22.    Short  Metre. 

1   T    ET  finners  take  their  courfe, 
JLa  And  chufe  the  road  to  death  ; 
Eut  in  the  worfliip  of  my  God 

III  fpend  my  daily  breath. 

a  My  thoughts  addrefs  his  throne, 

Y>  J  <  11  morning  brings  the  light ; 
I  feek  his  bleffing  ev'ry  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 
O  my  eternal  God, 
While  finners  perifli  in  furprife 
Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 

ey  dwell  at  cafe, 

Qg<  a  feel, 
They  r  nor  trufl  thy  name, 

Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

5   Eut  I.  with  all  my  cans, 

\»  ill  lean  upon  the  Lord ; 
I'll  caf:  my  burdens  on  hi*  arm, 
And  reft  upon  his  word. 


PSALMS.  115 

6  His  arm  fhall  well  fultain 

The  children  of  his  love  ; 
The  ground  on  which  their  fafe.ty  Hands 
No  eartkly  pow'r  can  move. 
PSALM     LVI.     Common  Metre. 
Deliverance  from  opprejpon  and  falfehood ;    or,   God's  care 

of  his  people ,  in  anfwer  to  fa:  to  and  prayer* 
I    /^V    THOU,  whofe  juftice  reigns  on  high, 
\_J   And  makes  th'  oppreffipn  ceafe, 
Behold  how  envious  finnere  try 
To  vex  and  break  my  peace. 

a  The  fons  of  violence  and  lies 
Join  to  devour  me,  Lord; 
But  as  my  hburiy  dangers  rife, 
My  refuge  is  thy  word. 

3  In  God  moft  holy,  juft,  and  true*, 

I  have  repos'd  my  truft; 

Nor  will  I  fear  what  flelh  can  do, 

The  offspring  of  the  duft. 

4  They  wreft  my  words  to  mifchief  fti'll, 

Charge  me  with  unknown  faults  ; 
For  mifchief s  all  their  counfels  fill,. 
And  malice  all  their  thoughts. 

5  Shall  they  efcape  without  thy  frown  ? 

Muft  their  devices  fland  ? 
Oh  caft  the  haughty  finner  clown, 
And  let  him  know  thy  hand  ! 

PAUSE. 

6  God  fees  the  forrows  of  his  faints, 

Their  groans  affecl  his  ears  : 
Thy  mercy  counts  my  juft  complaints, 
And  numbers  all  my  tears. 

7  When  to  thy  throne  I  raife  my  cry, 

The  wicked  fear  and  flee  : 
So  fwift  is  prayer  to  reach  the  fky, 
So  near  is  God  to  me. 

8  In  thee,  moft  holy,  juft  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my  truft  ; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  man  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  duft. 
K  a 


«6  PSALM  S. 

9  Thy  folemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lord, 

Thou  fhalt  receive  my  praife ; 
I'll  fmg,  "  How  faithful  is  thy  word! 
"  How  righteous  all  thy  ways  ! 

10  Thou  haft  fecur'd  my  foul  from  death, 

Oh  fet  thy  prifoner  free, 
That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath 
May  be  employ 'd  for  thee. 

PSALM     LVII.     Long  Metre. 
Praife  for  protcFJon  ;  grace  and  truth. 

1   TVTY  G°d'  in  whom  are  a11  tne  fprings 
1V1  Of  boundlefs  love  and  grace  unknown, 
Hide  me  beneath  thy  fpreading  wings, 
Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 
^  Up  to  the  heav'ns  I  fend  my  cry, 

The  Lord  will  my  defires  perform ; 
He  fends  his  angel  from  the  fky, 

And  faves  me  from  the  threat'ning  ftorm. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns,  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

4  My  heart  is  fiVd ;  my  fong  fhall  raife 

Immortal  honors  to  thy  name  ; 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  found  his  praife, 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

5  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 

And  reaches  to  the  utmoft  fky  • 
His  truth  to  endlefs  years  remains, 

When  lower  worlds  diffolve  and  die. 

6  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns,  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 


PSALMS.  117 

PSALM     LVIII.     As  the  113th  Pfalm, 

Warning  to  magijlrates. 

I    JUDGES,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws, 
J    Will  ye  defpife  the  righteous  caufe  ? 

When  vile  oppreffion  waftes  the  land, 
Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poor, 
And  let  rich  fmners  Tcape  fecure, 

While  gold  and  greatnefs  bribe  your  hand  ? 

z  Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew 
That  G-;i  will  judge  the  judges  too  ! 

High  in  the  heav'ns  his  jufti£e  reigns ; 
Yet  you  invade  the  rights  of  God ; 
And  fend  your  bold  decrees  abroad, 

To  bind  the  confeience  in  your  chains. 

3  A  poifon'd  arrow  is  your  tongue, 
The  arrow  fharp,  the  poifon  ftrong, 

And  death  attends  where'er  it  wounds ; 
You  hear  no  counfels,  cries  or  tears ;  g 

So  the  deaf  adder  flops  her  ears 

Againft  the  power  of  charming  founds. 

4  Break  out  their  teeth,  eternal  God, 
Thofe  teeth  of  lions  dy'd  in  blood ; 

And  crufh  the  ferpents  in  the  duft  : 
As  empty  chaff,  when  whirlwinds  rife, 
Before  the  fweeping  tempeft  flias, 

So  let  their  hopes  and  names  be  loft. 

5  Th'  Almighty  thunders  from  the  fky, 
Their  grandeur  melts,  their  titles  die, 

As  hills  of  fnow  diffolve  and  run ; 
Or  fnails  that  perifn.  in  their  flime, 
Or  births  that  come  before  their  time, 

Vain  births  that  never  fee  the  fun. 

6  Thus  fhall  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  joy  to  faints  afford  ; 

And  all  that  hear  fhall  join  and  fay, 
"  Sure  there's  a  God  that  rules  on  high, 
"  A  God  that  hears  his  children  cry, 

"  And  will  their  fufferings  well  repay :> 


112  P  S  A  L  M  S. 

PSALM    LIX.     Short  Metre. 

F  Prayer  for  national  deliver, 

ROM  foes  that  round  us  rife, 
O  God  of  heav'fl,  defend, 
Who  brave  the  vengeance  of  the  fides, 
And  with  thy  faints  contend. 

2  Behold,  from  diftant  fhnres 

And  defert  wilds  they  come, 
Combine  for  blood  their  barb'rous  force, 
And  through  thy  cities  roam. 

3  Beneath  the  filent  fhade 

Their  fecret  plots  they  lay, 
Our  peaceful  wails  by  night  invade, 
And  wafte  the  fields  by  day. 

4  And  will  the  God  of  grace, 

Regardlefs  of  our  pain, 

Permit,  fecure,  that  impious  race 

To  riot  in  their  reign  ? 

5  In  vain  their  fecret  guile 

Or  open  force  they  prove  ; 
His  eye  can  pierce  the  deepeft  veil, 
His  hand  their  flrength  remove. 
3  Yet  fave  them.  Lord,  from  death, 
Left  we  forget  their  doom  ; 
But  drive  them,  with  thine  angry  breath, 
Through  diftant  kinds  to  roam. 
f  Then  fhall  our  grateful  voice 

Proclaim  our  guardian  God  ; 
The  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice, 
And  found  thy  praifc  abroad. 

PSALM     LVI.     Common  Metre. 
Looking  to  God  in  the  dtftrefj  of  war. 
T    ORD,  thou  has  fcourg'd  our  guilty  land, 
±~u   Behold  thy  people  mourn  ; 
Shall  vengeance  ever  guide  thy  hand, 

And  mercy  ne'er  return. 
Beneath  the  terrors  of  thine  <  yc 

fhty  towers  decay. 
Thy  frowning  mantle  fpreads  the  iky 
And  mortals  melt  away. 


PSALMS.  119 

3  Our  Zion  tremble?  at  thy  ftroke, 

And  dreads  thy  lifted  hand  ! 
Oh,  heal  the  people  thou  haft  broke, 
And  fave  the  finking  land. 

4  Exalt  thy  banner  in  the  field, 

For  thofe  that  fear  thy  name  ; 
From  barbarous  hofts  our  nation  fhield, 
And  put  our  foes  to  fhame. 

5  Attend  our  armies  to  the  fight, 

And  be  their  guardian  God ; 
In  vain  fhall  numerous  powers  unite 
Againft  thy  lifted  rod. 

6  Our  troops,  beneath  thy  guiding  hand, 

Shall  f?;ain  a  glad  renown  ; 
"Tis  God  who  makes  the  feeble  ftand, 
And  treads  the  mighty  down. 

PSALM    LXI.    ver.  1,— 6.    Short  Metre. 
Safety  in  God. 
I  TT7HEN  overwhelmed  with  grief 
VV     My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Helplefs,  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heav'n  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

a  Oh  lead  me  to  the  rock 

That's  high  above  my  head, 
And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  flicker  and  my  fhade. 

3  Within  thy  prefence,  Lord, 

Forever  I'll  abide  ; 
Thou  art  the  tower  of  my"  defence, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  giveft  me  the  lot 

Of  thofe  that  fear  thy  name ; 
If  endlefs  life  be  their  reward, 
I  fhall  poffefs  the  fame. 


'M' 


120  P  S  A  I,  M  S. 

PSALM    LXII.    vcr.  5,-12.    Long  Metre. 
No  truft  in  tic  creatures;   or,  Fakl  in  divine  grace  and 

poivir, 

rY  fp'irit  looks  to  Cod  alone  ; 

L  My  n.ok  and  refuge  is  Ins  throne; 
In  all  mj  fears,  in  all  my  ftraifs, 
My  foul  on  his  falvation  waits. 
1  Truft  him,  ye  faints,  in  all  your  way6, 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before 'his  face; 
When  helpers  fail  and  foes  invade, 
God  is  our  all  fufficient  aid. 

3  Falfe  are  the  men  of  high  degree, 
The  bafer  fort  are  vanity ; 
Laid  in  the  balance  both  appear  v 
Light  as  a  puff  of  empty  air. 

4  Make  not  increafing  gold  your  truft, 
Nor  fet  your  hearts  on  glittering  duft  ; 
Why  will  you  grafp  the  fleeting  fmoke, 
And  not  believe  what  God  has  fpoke. 

5  Once  lias  bis  awful  voice  declar'd, 
Once  and  again,  my  ears  have  heard, 
All  power  is  his  eternal  due  ; 
He  muft  be  fear'd  and  trulted  too. 

6  For  fov'reign  power  reigns  not  alone, 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne  : 
'J  by  grace  and  juftice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divide  our  lafl  reward. 

PSALM    LXIII.    ver.  t,  2,  5,  3,  4-    Firft  part, 
Common  Metre. 
The  morning  of  a  Lord's  day. 
I    T^ARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
-L<   I  hafte  to  uric  thy  face  ; 
My  thirfty  fpirit  faints  away, 

"V\  ithout  thy  cheering  grace. 
a  So  pilgrims  on  the  fcorching  fand, 
Beneath  a  burning  fky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  flream  at  hand. 
And  they  mull  drink  or  die. 


PSALMS,  IZI 

3  I've  fecn  thy  glory  and  thy  power 

Through  all  thy  temples  fhine ; 
My  God,  repeat  that  heavenly  hour, 
That  vifion  fo  divine. 

4  Not  all  the  bleffings  of  a  feaft 

Can  pleafe  my  mind  fo  well, 
As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  tafte, 
And  in  thy  prefence  dwell. 

j   Not  life  itfelf  with  all  its  joys, 
Can  my  beft  paffions  move, 
Or  raife  fo  high  my  chearful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

6  Thus,  •'till  my  laft  expiring  day 
I'll  blefs  my  God  and  King ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  ling. 

PSALM     LXIII.    ver.  6,— io.  !*  Second  part, 
Common  Metre. 

Midnight  thoughts  recollected. 

I    'r  1  'WAS  in  the  watches  of  the  night 
X     I  thought  upon  thy  power, 
I  kept  thy  lovely  face  in  fight 
Amidft  the  darkeft  hour. 

%  My  fiefh  lay  refting  on  my  bed, 
My  foul  arofe  on  high  ; 
"  My  God,  my  life,  my  hope,"  I  faid, 
"  Bring  thy  falvation  nigh." 

3  My  fpirit  labors  up  thine  hill, 

And  climbs  the  heav'niy  road  ; 
But  thy  right  hand  upholds  me  {till, 
While  I  purfue  my  God. 

4  Thy  mercy  ftretches  o'er  my  head 

The  fhadow  of  thy  wings  ; 
My  heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid, 

My  tongue  awakes  and  fmgs. 
^  But  the  deitroyers  of  my  peace 

Shall  fret  and  rage  in  vain  ; 
The  tempter  ihall  forever  ceafe, 

And  all  my  fins  be  flak. 


122  P  S  A  L  M  S. 

6  Thy  fword  fhall  give  my  foes  to  death, 
And  fend  them  down  to  dwell 
In  the  dark  caverns  of  the  earth, 
Or  in  the  deeps  of  hell. 


PSALM    LXIII.    Long  Metre. 
Longing  after  God  ;    or,    Tie  low  of  God  L.Lin-  than  life, 
I    /^i  REAT  God,  indulge  my  humhle  claim 
VJJ  Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  reft  ; 
The  glories  that  compofe  thy  name 

Stand  all  cngag'd  to  make  me  bleft. 
a  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  juffc  and  wife, 
Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God ; 
And  I  am  thine  by  facred  ties, 

Thy  fon,  thy  fervant,  bought  with  blood. 

3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands 

For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look, 
As  travellers  in  thirlty  lands  • 

Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brock. 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  t'  appear 

Among  thy  faints,  and  leek  thy  face, 
Oft'  have  [  fefcn  thy  glory  there, 

I   It. the  power  of  lbvYeign  grace. 

5  Not  fruits  or  wines,  that  tempt  our  tafte, 

No  pleafures  that  to  fenfe  belong 
Could  nxake  me  lb  divinely  bleft, 

Or  raife  fo  high  my  chearful  long. 

6  My  life  itf<  If  without  thy  Love 

.  aire  or   j.!  .'.  afford  ; 

"l\v;.i  tirefome  burden  prove, 

from  the  Lord. 

7  Ami  I  hours  of  night, 

my  head, 

O:.  W  delight, 

8  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raife  my 

h  to  pray  or  praife 
This  •■  .   mal      my  h  art  rejoice, 

An  :  .  emnant  of  my  days. 


PSALMS.  123 

PSALM     LXIII.     Short  Metre. 
Seeking  God. 

1  "TV  /TY  God,  permit  my  tongue 
jLVX    This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
Ana  let  my  early  cries  prevail 

To  tafte  thy  love  divine. 

2  My  thirfty  fainting  foul 

Thy  mercy  does  implore  : 
Not  travellers  in  defart  lands 
Can  pant  for  water  more. 

3  Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 

I  long  to  find  my  place, 
Thy  power  and  glory  to  behold, 

And  feel  thy  quick'ning  grace. 

4  For  life  without  thy  love 

•  No  relifli  can  afford ; 
No  joy  can  be  compar'd  with  this, 
To  ferve  and  pleafe  the  Lord. 

5  To  thee  Til  lift  my  hands, 

And  praife  thee  while  I  live  ; 
Not  the  rich  dainties  of  a  feaft 
Such  food  or  pleafure  give. 

6  In  wakeful  hours  of  night 

I  call  my  God  to  mind  ; 

I  think  how  vife-<hy  counfels  are, 

And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

7  Since  thou  haft  been  my  help, 

To  thee  my  ipirit  flies, 
And  on  thy  watchful  providence 

My  cheerful  hope  relies. 
%  The  fhadow  of  thy  wings 

My  foul  in  fafety  keeps  : 
I  fellow  where  my  Father  leads, 

And  he  fupporis  my  fteps. 

P  S  A  L  M     LXIV.     Long  Met,-, 

I    /~*  REAT  God,  attend  to  my  complaint, 
V.T  Nor  let  my  drooping  fpirit  faint ; 
When  foes  in  fecret  fpread  the  fnare, 
Let  my  falvation  be  thy  care, 
L 


I24  PS  A  L  M  S. 

hield  mc  without,  and  guard  within, 
From  treacherous  foes  and  deadly  On  ; 

May  envy,  luft  and   pride  d< 

And  heav'nly  grace  expand  my  heart. 

3  Thy  juflice  and  thy  power  difpiay, 
And  i'catter  far  thy  foes  away  ; 
While  lift'ning  nations  learn  thy  v 
And  faints  triumphant  hiefs  the  Lord. 

4  Then  fhall  thy  church  exalt  her  voice, 
And  all  that  love  thy  name  rejoice  ; 
By  faith  approach  thine  awful  throne, 
And  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

PSALM  LXV.  ver.  r  ,— 5.    Firfl  part.    Long  Metre. 

Public  prayer  at 
I  HPHE  praife  of  Zion  waite  for  thee, 

X     My  God  ;   and  praife  becomes  thy  home  ; 
There  (hall  thy  faints  thy  glory  fee, 
Arid  there  perform  their  public  1 
1  O  thou,  whofe  mercy  bends  the 

To  five  when  humble  finners  pray, 
All  lands  to  thee  fhall  lift  their  e 

And   every  yielding  heart  obey. 

3  Againfi:  my  will  my  fins  prevail, 

But  grace  fhall  purge  away  the  Q 
The  blood  of  Chrift  will  never  fail 

To  wafh  .  .[n> 

4  Rlefs'd  is  the  man  whom  thou  (halt  d 

And  give  him  kind 
G^  thy  houfe, 

To  tafte  tl  free. 

P  A  U  S  E. 

jx  Let  Babel  fear  wh< 

In  terror  and  w 
Ad  . 


PSALMS.  125 

7  Then  fhall  the  flocking  nations  run 

To  Zion's  hill,  and  own  their  Lord; 
The  rifing  and  the  fetting  fun 

Shall  fee  the  Saviour's  name  ador'd. 

P  S  A  L  M     LXV.    ver.  5,-13.     Second  part. 

Long  Metre. 

Divine  providence  in  air,   earth,  and  fea  ;    or,    The  God  of 

nature  and  grace. 

I   r  I  TIE  God  of  our  falvation  hears 

JL     The  groans  of  Zion,  mix'd  with  tears; 
Yet  when  he  comes  with  kind  defigns, 
Through  all  the  way  his  terror  fhines. 

3  On  him  the  race  of  man  depends, 
Far  as  the  earth's  remoteft  ends, 
Where  the  Creator's  name  is  known 
By  nature's  feeble  light  alone. 

3  Sailors,  that  travel  o'er  the  flood, 
Addrefs  their  frighted  fouls  to  God, 
When  tempefts  rage,  and  billows  roar 
At  dreadful  difiance  from  the  ihore. 

4  He  bids  the  noify  tempefl  ceafe ; 

He  calms  the  raging  crowd  to  peace,' 
When  a  tumultuous  nation  raves; 
Wild  as  the  winds,  and  loud  as  waves. 

5  Whole  kingdoms,  fhaken  by  the  ftorm* 
He  fettles  in  a  peaceful  form ; 
Mountains  eftablifh'd  by  his  hand, 
Firm  on  their  old  foundation  ftand. 

6  Behold  his  enfigns  fweep  the  fky, 
New  comets  blaze,  and  light'nings  fly  ; 
The  Heathen  lands,  with  fwift  furprife, 
From  the  bright  horrors  turn  their  eye^. 

7  At  his  command  the  morning  ray 
Smiles  in  the  eaft,  and  leads  the  day, 
He  guides  the  fun's  declining  wheels 
Over  the  tops  of  weftern  hills. 

2  Seafons  and  times  obey  his  voice ; 
The  evening  and  the  morn  rejoice 
4T0  fee  the  earth  made  foft  with  fliowers, 
Laden  with  fruit  and  drefs'd  in  flowers. 


126  PSALMS. 

9  'Tis  from  his  wat'ry  ftores  on  frgh 
He  gives  the  thirfty  ground  fupply  ; 
He  walks  upon  the  clouds,  and  thence 
Doth  his  enriching  drops  difpenfe. 

10  The  defart  grows  a  fruitful  field, 
Abundant  fruit  the  valliea  j 

The  vallies  fhout  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  neighbouring  hills  repeat  their  joys. 

1 1  The  paftures  fmile  in  green  array, 
There  lambs  and  larger  cattle  play ; 
The  larger  cattle  and  the  lamb, 

Each  in  his  language  fpeaks  thy  name. 

i  z  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  pow'r  divine  ; 
O'er  ev'ry  field  thy  glories  fhine  ; 
Through  ev'ry  month  thy  gifts  appear ; 
.    Great  God,  thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 

PSALM     LXV.     Firfr.  part.     Common  Metre. 

A  prayer-hearing  God;   and  the  Gentiles  calkd. 

I   T)RAISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee; 
JL     There  fhall  our  vows  be  paid ; 
Thou  haft  an  ear  when  finners  pray, 
All  flefh  fhall  feek  thine  aid, 
a  Lord,  our  iniquities  prevail, 

But  pard'ning  grace  is  thine, 
And  thou  wilt  grant  us  power  and  fkill 
To  conquer  ev'ry  fin. 

3  Blefs'd  are  the  men  whom  thou  wilt  chufe 

7'o  bring  thtm  near  thy  face, 
Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thine  houfe, 
To  feaft  upon  thy  grace. 

4  In  anfw'ring  what  thy  church  requefts, 

Thy  truth  and  terror  fhine, 
And  works  of  dreadful  right coufnd's 
Fulfil  thy  kind  defign. 

5  Thus  {hall  the  wond'ring  nations  fee 

The  Lord  is  good  and  juft  -, 
And  diftant  iflands  fly  to  thee, 

And  make   thy' name  their  truft. 


PSALMS.  IZ7 

6  They  dread  thy  glittering  tokens,  Lord, 
When  figns  in  heav'n  appear  ; 
But  they  fhall  learn  thy  holy  word, 
And  love  as  well  as  fear. 

PSALM    LXV.    Second  part. }  Common  Metre. 

'The  providence  of  God  in   air,  earth,  and  fea  ;     or,     'The 
bleffings  of  rain. 

I  ,rTHIS  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  ftand, 
X     God  of  eternal  pow'r  ; 
The  fea  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 
And  tempefts  ceafe  to  roar. 

3  Thy  morning  light  and  ev'ning  fhade 
Succeffive  comforts  bring  : 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harveft  glad, 
Thy  flowers  adorn  the  fpring. 

3  Seafons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours, 

Heaven,  earth  and  air  are  thine  ; 
When  clouds  diftil  in  fruitful  fhowers, 
The  author  is  divine. 

4  Thofe  wand'ring  cifterns  in  the  fky 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 
Whofe  wat'ry  treafures  well  fupply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

5  The  thirfty  ridges  drink  their  fill, 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear  ; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  bleffings  hull, 
Thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 

PSALM     LXV.     Third  part.     Common  Metre. 

The  bleffngs  of  the  fpring  ;    or,    God  gives  rain. 

A  pfalm  for  the  hufbandman. 

I    /^N  OD  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King, 
VJ?"   Who  makes  the  earth  his  care ; 
Vifits  the  paftures  ev'ry  fpring, 
And  bids  the  grafs  appear. 

3  The  clouds,  like  rivers,  rais'd  en  high, 

Pour  out  at  his  command 
■   Their  wat'ry  bleffings  from  the  fky, 
To  cheer  the  thirfty  land. 
L  3 


128  P  S  A  I.  M  S. 

3  The  foftcn'd  ridges  of  the  field 

Permit  the  corn  to  fpring ; 

The  vallies  rich  provifion  yield, 

And  the  poor  laborers  fing. 

4  The  little  hills  on  cv'ry  fide 

Rejoice  at  falling  fhow'rs  ; 
The  meadows  drefs'd  in  beauteous  pride, 
Perfume  the  air  with  ilow'rs. 

5  The  barren  clods,  refrefh'd  with  rain, 

Promife  a  joyful  crop  ; 
The  parched  grounds  look  green  again, 
And  raife  the  reapers'  hope. 

6  The  various  months  thy  goodnefs  crowns 

How  bounteous  are  thy  ways  ! 
The  bleating  flocks  fpread  o'er  the  down?, 
And  fliephords,  fliout  thy  praife. 

P  S  A  L  M    LXVI.    Firfr.  part.    Common  Metre. 

Governing  power   and  goodnefs  ;     or,    Our  grace   tried  by 
ajftifiions. 

1  OING,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord, 
O   Sing  with  a  joyful  noife; 

With  melody  of  found  record 
His  honors  and  your  joys. 

2  Say  to  the  Pow'r  that  form'd  the  fky, 

"  How  terrible  art  thou  ! 
ners  befoic  thy  prefence  fly, 
"  Or  at  thy  feet  tluy  bow." 

[3   Come,  fee  the  wonders  of  our  God, 
How  glorious  are  his  ways  ! 
In  Mofes'  hand  he  put  the  rod, 
And  clave  the  frighted  feas. 

4  He  made  the  ebbing  channel  dry, 

While  Ifra'l  pafs'd  the  flood 

There  did  the  church  begin  their  joy, 

And  triumph  in  their  God.] 

5  He  rules  by  his  refiftlefs  might ; 

Will  rebel  mortals  dare 
Provoke  th'  Eternal  to  the  fight, 

'  tempt  that  dreadful  war  ? 


PS.AL  M  S.  129 

6  O  blefs  our  God,  and  never  ceafe ; 

Ye  faints,  fulfil  his  praife  ; 
He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 
And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 

7  Lord,  thou  haft  prov'd  our  fuff'ring  fouls, 

To  make  our  graces  fhine ; 
So  filver  bears  the  burning  coals, 
The  metal  to  refine. 

8  Through  wat'ry  deeps  and  firey  ways 

We  march  at  thy  command, 
Led  to  poffefs  the  promis'd  place 
By  thine  unerring  hand. 

PSALM     LXVI.    ver.  13, — 20.     Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Praife  to  God  for  hearing  prayer. 

I   ~\TOW  fhall  my  folemn  vows  be  paid 
IN    To  that  almighty  Pow'r, 
That  heard  the  long  requefts  I  made 
In  my  diftrefsful  hour. 

a  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 
To  make  his  mercies  known ; 
Come,  ye  that  fear  my  God,  and  hear 
The  wonders  he  has  done. 

3  When  on  my  head  huge  forrows  fell, 

I  fought  the  heav'nly  aid  ; 

He  fav'd  my  finking  foul  from  hell, 

And  death's  eternal  fhade. 

4  If  fin  lay  cover'd  in  my  heart 

While  pray'r  employ'd  my  tongue, 
The  Lord  had  fhown  me  no  regard, 
Nor  I  his  praifes  fung. 

5  But  God  (his  name  be  ever  blefs'd!) 

Has  fet  my  fpirit  free, 
Nor  tura'd  from  him  my  poor  requeft. 
Nor  turn'd  his  heart  from  me. 


13°  PSALM  S. 

PSALM    LXVII.    Common  Metre 
The  nation's  profperity,   and  the   church' j   iticreafc. 

I    OH1NK.  mighty  God,  on  Zion  fhine, 
O   With  beams  of  hcav'nly  grace  : 
Reveal  thy  pow'r  through  all  our  coafts, 

.And   fhew  thy  lhiiling  face. 

[2  Amidft  our  realm,  exalted  high 
Do  thou  our  glory  ftand. 
And,  like  a  wall  of  guardian  fire, 
Surround  the  fav'rite  land.j 

3  When  fhall  thy  name  from  fhore  to  fhore 

Sound  all  the  earth  abroad, 
And  diftant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  (><>>!  ~'. 

4  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands, 

Sing  loud,  with  folemn  voice ; 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  exalt  his  praife, 
And  every  heart  rejoice. 

5  He,  the  great  Lord,  the  fov'reign  Judge, 

That  fits  enthroned  above, 
In  wifdom  rules  the  worlds  he  made 
And  bids  them  tafte  his  love. 

6  Earth  Avail  obey  his  high  command, 

And  yield  a  full  increafe ; 
Our  God  will  crown  his  chofen  land 
With  fruitfulnels  and  pea 

7  God  the  Redeemer  fcattrrs  round 

His  choicelt  favors  here, 

While  the  creation's  utmoft  bound 

Shall  fee,  adore,  and  fear. 


P  S  A  L  M    LXVIII.    Firft  part.  ver.  i,~6,  32 
Long  Metre. 

The  vengeance  and  cunpiijjiun  of  Cod. 
I    T    IT  God  arife  in  all  his  might, 

d^i  And  put  the  troops  of  ikii  to  flight ; 

(moke  that  fought  to  cloud  the  Dcies, 
Before  the  riling  tcropeft  file;. 


»  .>•*»     .ij- 


PSALMS.  131 

(2  He  comes,  array'd  in  burning  ilames ; 
Juftice  and  vengeance  are  his  names  : 
Pehold,  his  fainting  foes  expire, 
Like  melting  wax  before  the  fire.] 

3  He  rides  and  thunders  through  the  Iky  ; 
His  name  Jehovah  founds  on  high  : 
Sing  to  his  name,  ye  ions  of  grace ; 

Ye  faints,  rejoice  before  his  face. 

4  The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs 
Fly  to  his  aid  in  fharp  diftrefs  ; 
In  him  the  poor  and  helplefs  find 
A  Judge  that's  juft,  a  Father  kind. 

5  He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy  chain, 
And  pris'ners  fee  the  light  again  ; 
But  rebels,  that  difpute  his  will, 
Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darknefs  frill. 

PAUSE. 

6  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong  ; 
Crown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  fong  : 
His  wono/rcus  names  and  pow'rs  rehearfe, 
His  honors  fhall  enrich  your  verfe. 

7  He  fliakes  the  heav'ns  with  loud  alarms ; 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arms! 

In  Ifra'l  are  his  mercies  known, 
Ifra'l  is  his  peculiar  throne. 

8  Proclaim  him  King,  pronounce  him  blefs'd ; 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  reft ; 
When  terrors  rife,  and  nations  faint/ 

God  is  the  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

PSALM     LX7III.    ver.  17,18.    Second  part. 

I  ong  Metre. 

Chrift's  afcenfion,  and  the  gift  of  {he  Spirit. 

I    T    ORD,  when  thou  didffc  afcend  on  high, 
1  J  Ten  thoufand  angels  fill'd  the  Iky ; 
Thofe  heavenly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  ftate, 

X  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 

More  glorious,  when  the  Lord  was  there, 
While  he  pfonoune'd  his  dreadful  law, 
And  ftruck  the  chofen  tribes  with  awe. 


*3«  PSALM  S. 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  pow'rs  pf  hell, 

'I  hat  thoufand  fouls  had  caj 

V  ere  all  in  chains  like  captives,  led  ! 

4  Rais'd  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  fent  his  promis'd  Spirit  down, 
With  gilts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 

PSALM     LXVIII.     ver.  19,  9,  20,  21,  22. 

Third  part.    Long  Metre. 

rrmft  for  temporal  Llefllngs;  or,  CommonKand  facial  mercies. 

1  'XKT E  bIefs  the  Lard' the  ^uftj  thc  good» 

V*      Who  fills  our  hearts  with  heav'nly  food; 

Who  pours  his  bleffings  from  the  Ikies, 
And  loads  our  days  with  rich  fupplies. 
1  He  fends  his  fun  his  circuit  round, 

To  cheer  the  fruits,  to  warm  the  ground ; 
He  bids  the  clouds,  with  pler-.eous  rain, 
Refrefh  the  thirfty  earth  again. 

3  'Tis  to  his  care  we  owe  our  breath, 
And  all  our  near  efcapes  from  death  : 
Safety  and    health  to  God  belong; 

He  heals  the  weak,  and  guards  the  ftrong. 

4  He  makes  the  faint  and  fmner  prove 
The  common  bleffings  of  his  love  ; 
But  the  wide  du^'rence  that  remains 
h  cndlefs  joy  or  endlefs  pains. 

5  The  Lord,  that  bruis'd  the  ferpent's  head, 
On  all  the  ferpent's  feed  fhali  tread, 

The  ftubborn  tinner's  heart  confound, 
And  fmite  him  with  a  felting  wound. 

6  But  his  right  hand  his  faints  fhall  raifc 
From  the  deep  earth,  or  deeper  Peas; 
And  bring  them  to  his  cou 

Thi  re  (hall  they  tafte  his  fpecial  love. 


PSAL  M  S. 


133 


s 


PSALM     LXIX.     ver.  I,— 14.     Firft  part. 
Common  Metre. 

The  fujferings  of  CJrriJl  for  our  falvation. 

AVE  me,  O  God,  the  fwelling  floods 
Break  in  upon  my  foul  : 
"  I  fink  :,  and  forrows  o'er  my  head 
"  Like  mighty  waters  roll. 

a  "  I  cry  'till  all  my  voice  he  gone, 
"  In  tears  T  wafle  the  day  ; 
"  My  God,   behold  my  longing  eyes, 
"  And  flioiten  thy  adL*y. 

3  "  They  hate  my  foul  without  a  caufe, 

**  And  ftlll  their  number  grows ; 
■"  More  than  the  hairs  around  my  head, 
"  And  miglny,  are  my  foes. 

4  "  'Twas  then  I  paid  that  dreadful  debt 

"  That  men  could  never  pay, 
"  And  gave  thofe  honors  to  thy  law 
"  Which  finners  took  away." 

j  Thus,  in  the  great  Mefiiah^s  name, 
The  royal  prophet  mourns ; 
Thus  he  awakes  our  hearts  to  grief, 
And  gives  us  joy  by  turns. 

6  c;  Now  (hall  the  faints  rejoice  and  find 
"  Salvation  in  my  name, 
"  For  I  have  borne  their  heavy'load 
"  Of  forrow,  pain,  and  fhame. 

j  "  Grief,  like  a  garment,  cloth'd  me  round, 
"  And  fackcloth  was  my  drefs, 
"  While  I  procur'd  for  naked  fouls 
"  A  robe  of  righteouihef-,. 

?  "  Amongft  my  brethren  and  the  Jews 
"  I  like  a  ftranger  ftood, 
"  And  bore  their  vite  reproach,  to  bring 
"  The  Gentiles  near  to  God. 

9  "  I  came  in  fmful  mortal-/  fLead 
:<  To  do  my  Father's  will, 
*  Yet,  when  I  cleared  ray  Father\s  hxrafe, 
"  They  fcanclal^'d  my  zeal. 


134  PSA  L  M  S. 

10  "  My  failings  and  my  holy  groans 

"  Were  made  the  drunkard's  fong ; 
"  Eur.  God,  from  his  celcftial  throne^  ' 
"  Heard  my  complaining  tongue. 

11  "  He  fav'd  me  from  the  dreadful  deep, 

"  Where  fears  hefet  mc  round  ; 
"  He  rais'd  and  fix'd  my  finking  feet 
"  On  well  eftablifVd  ground. 

12  "  'Twas  in  a  moft  accepted  hour 

"  My  pray'r  arofe  on  high, 
"  And,  for  my  fake,  my  God  fhall  hear 
"  The  dying  Gnner's  cry.'* 

PSALM    LXIX.    ver.  14—21,  26,  29,  32. 

Second  part.     Common  Metre. 

The,  pajpon  and  exaltation  of  Cb'rifl. 

1  "Mow  lct  our  lips  w?th  holy  fear> 

1/N     Ana  mournful  plei  ling 

The  fuff rings  of  or.  Implicit, 

The  i  our  King.^ 

2  He  (inks  in  floods  of  deep  diftrefs ; 

How  high  the  waters  rife  ! 
While  to  hi-,  henv'rly  Father's  car 
fends  p<  1  p<  1  ual      ie  \. 

3  "  Hear  me,  O  Lord,  and  fare  thy  Sou, 

"  Nor  hide  thy  Aiming  face  ; 
"  Why  fhould  thy  fav'rite  look  like  one 
'l  Forfaken  of  thy  grace  ? 

4  "  With  rage  they  perfecute  the  man 

"  That  groans  beneath  thy  won 
"  While  for  a  faenfice  I  pour 

"  My  life   upon  the   ground. 

5  "  They  tread  my  honor  to  the  duft, 

"  And  laugh  when  I  comp; 
"  Their  'fharp  infulting  flai 

"  Frefli  angutfh  to  my  pain. 

6  "  All  my  reproach  is  knov 

'•  The  fcu'idal  and   the  fh  • 
".  Reproach  has  hroke  my  bleeding  heart, 
L  lies  d<  iii'd  my 


PSALMS.  135 

7  "  I  look'd  for  pity  but  in  vain  ; 

"  My  kindred  are  my  grief; 
"  I  afk  my  friends  for  comfort  round, 
"  But  meet  with  no  relief. 

8  "  With  vinegar  they  mock  my  thirffc, 

"  They  give  me  gall  for  food ; 

"  And,  fporting  with  my  dying  groans, 

"  They  triumph  in  my  blood. 

9  "  Shine  into  my  diftreffed  foul, 

"  Let  thy  ccmpaffion  fave  ; 
"  And  though  my  flefh  fink  down  to  death, 
"  Redeem  it  from  the  grave. 

10  "  I  fhall  arife  to  praife  thy  name, 

"  Shali  reign  in  worlds  unknown, 
"  And  thy  falvation,  O  my  God,  . 
"  Shall  feat  me  on  thy  throne  !" 

PSALM    LXIX.    Third  part.    Common  Metre, 

Chrift's  obedience  and  death  ;    or,    God  glorified  and  tinners- 

faved. 

1  TpATHER,  I  fmg  thy  wond'rous  grace, 
JL     I  blefs  my  Saviour's  name, 

He  brought  falvation  for  the  poor, 
And  bore  the  fmner's  fhame. 

2  His  deep  diftrefs  has  rais'd  us  high, 

His  duty  and  his  zeal 
Fulfili'd  the  law  which  mortals  broke, 
And  fmiih'd  all  thy  will. 

3  His  dying  groans,  his  living  fongs, 

Shall  better  pleafe  my  God, 
Than  harp  or  trumpet's  folemn  found, 
Than  goat's  or  bullock's  blood. 

4  This  fhall  his  humble  foll'wers  fee, 

And  let  their  hearts  at  reft  ; 
They  by  his  death  draw  near  to  thee, 
And  live  for  ever  blefs'd. 

5  Let  heaven  and  all  that  dwell  on  high 

To  God  their  voices   raife, 
While  lands  and  feas  affift  the  fey, 
And  join  t'advance  his  praife> 

M 


i36  PSALM  8. 

6   Zion  is  thine,  moft  holy  God; 

Thy  Son  (hall  blefs  her  gates  ; 
And  glory,  purchas'd  by  his  blood, 

For  thine  own  lffa'1  waits. 

1>  S  A  L  M    LXIX.    Firft  part.    Long  Metre. 
Chriji's  pajpon,  and  Jinner's  falvation. 

I    TT\FFP  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
JL/   The  deeper  forrows  of  our  Lord  ; 
Behold  the  riling  billows  roll, 
To  overwhelm  his  holy  foul  ! 

1  In  long  complaints  he  fpends  his  breath, 
While  hofhs  of  hell,  and  powTs  of  death. 
And  all  the  fons  of  malice  join 
To  execute  their  curs'd  dehgn. 

3  Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  pow'r  and  love 
Has  made  the  curfe  a  blefling  prove; 
Thofe  dreadful  fufP rings  of  thy  Son 
Aton'd  for  crimes  which  we  have  done. 

4  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord, 
The  honors  of  thy  law  reftor'd  ; 
His  forrows  made  thy  juirice  known. 
And  paid  for  follies  not  his  own. 

5  O  for  his  fake  our  guilt  forgive, 

And  let  tile  mourning  firmer  live  ; 
The  Ford  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 
Nor  iha.ll  our  hope  he  turn'd  to  fhame. 

P  S  A  L  M     LXIX.     vcr.    -,  life.     Second  parr. 
Long  Metre. 

Cbrij 

1  jHHWAS  for  our  fake,  eternal  God, 

JL     Thy  Son  fuftain'd  that  heavy  load 
Of  bale  reproach,  an 
While  fhame  d 

2  The  Jews,  his  I  od  his  kin, 

hat  <3Hrd  then-  fin 
While  he  fulfnl'd  thy  holy  laws, 
They  hate  him,  but  without  a  caufc. 


PSALMS.  137 

[3  "  My  Father's  houfe,"  faid  he,  "  was  made 
"  A  place  for  worfnip,  not  for  trade  ;" 
Then,  featuring  all  their  gold  and  brafs, 
He  fcourgM  the  merchants  from  the  place.] 

[4  Zeal  for  the  temple  of  his  God 
Confum'd  his  life,  expos' d  his  blood  : 
Reproaches  at  thy  glory  thrown 
He  felt,  and  mourn'd  them  as  his  own.] 
[5   His  friends  forfook,  his  followers  fled, 
While  foes  and  arms  furround  his  head  ; 
They  curfe  him  with  a  fland'rous  tongue, 
And  the  falfe  judge  maintains  the  wrong.] 
[6  His  life  they  load  with  hateful  lies, 
And  charge  his  lips  with  blafphemies  : 
They  nail  him  to  the  fhameful  tree ; 
There  hung  the  man  that  died  for  me.] 
7  But  God  beheld  ;  and  from  his  throne, 
Marks  out  the  men  that  hate  his  Son  ; 
The  hand  that  rais'd  him  from  the  dead 
Shall  pour  the  vengeance  on  their  head. 

PSALM     LXX.     Common  Metre, 
Protection  againji  ferfottal  enemies. 

I   TN  hafte,  O  God,  attend  my  call, 

JL   Nor  hear  my  cries  in  vain  ; 
Oh  let  thy  fpeed  prevent  my  fall, 
And'ftiil  my  hope  fuftain. 

3  When  foes  infidious  wound  my  name, 
And  tempt  my  foul  all  ray, 
Then  let  them  fall  with  bailing  fhame, 
To  their  own  plots  a  prey. 

3  While  all  that  love  thy  name  rejoice, 

And  glory  in  thy  word, 

In  thy  falvation  raife  their  voice, 

And  magnify  the  Lord. 

4  O  thou  my  help  in  time  of  need, 

Behold  my  fore  difmay  ; 
In  pity  haften  to  my  aid, 

Nor  let  thy  grace  delay. 


138  PSALM  S. 

PSALM     LXXI.     ver.  5,-9.     Firft  part. 
Common  Metre. 

The  aged  faint's  rcjleBJon  and  hope. 

I   T\ /f"Y  God,  my  everlafting  hope 
i.V.1   I  live  upon  thy  truth ; 
Thine  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 
And  ftrengthen'd  all  my  youth. 

a  My  flcfli  was  fafhion'd  by  thy  power, 
With  all  thefc  limbs  of  mine  ; 
And,  from  my  mother's  painful  hour, 
I've  been  entirely  thine. 

3  Still  h*s  my  life  new  wonders  feen 

Repeated  every  year  ; 
Behold,  my  days  that  yet  remain 
I  truft  them  to  thy  care. 

4  Caft  me  not  off  when  ftrength  decline.^ 

When  hoary  hairs  arife  ; 
And  round  me  let  thy  glory  fhine, 
Whene'er  thy  fervant  dies, 

5  Then,  in  the  hift'ry  of  my  age, 

When  men  review  my  days, 
They'll  read  thy  love  in  every  page, 
In  ev'ry  line  thy  praife. 

PSALM    LXXI.    ver.  15,  14,  16,  23,  it,  24. 
Second  part.    Common  Metre. 

Chriji  our  jlrettgth  and  rtjrhtioufhefs : 

I   "]\/f~Y  Saviour,  my  almighty  friend, 
JLVJL   When  I  begin  thy  praife, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers' end, 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

a  Thou  art  my  everlafting  truft, 
Thy  goodnefs  I  adore  ! 
And  mice  I  knew  thy  graces  firft,    , 
I  fpeak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  fhall  travel  all  the  length 
Of  the  celeftial  road, 
And  march  with  courage,  in  thy  ftrength, 
To  fee  my  Father  God. 


PSALMS.  139 

4  When  I  am  fill'd  with  fore  diftrefs 

For  fome  furprifirjg  fin, 
I'll  plead  thy  perfect  righteoufnefs, 
And  mention  none  but  thine. 

5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  vicTries  of  my  King  ! 
My  foul,  redeem'd  from  fin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  falvation  fing. 

[6  My  tongue  fhall  all  the  day  proclaim 
My  Saviour  and  my  God, 
His  <  brought  my  foes  to  fhame, 

And  fav'd  me  by  his  blood.] 

7  Awake,  awake  my  tuneful  pow'rs  ; 
With  this  delightful  fong 
I'll  entertain  the  darkeft:  hours, 
Nor  think  the  feafon  long. 

PSALM    LXXI.    ver.  17,-21.    Third  part. 

Common  Metre. 
The  aged  £brijlian  s  prayer  and  fong  ;   or,   Old  age,  death , 
and  the  refurreclion. 
1  I    /"N  OD  of  my  childhood,  and  my  youth, 
VJS"  The  guide  of  all  my  days, 
I  have  declared  thy  he?v'nly  truth, 
And  told  thy  wcncVrcus  ways. 

a  Wilt  thou  forfake  my  hoary  hiirs, 
And  leave  my  fainting  heart  ? 
Who  fhall  fuftain  my  finking  years 
If  God,  my  ftrength,  depart  ? 

3  Let  me  thy  pow'r  and  truth  proclaim 

Before  the  rifmg  age, 
And  leave  a  favour  of  thy  name 
When  1  fhall  quit  the  ftage. 

4  The  land  of  fiknce  and  of    death 

Attends  my  next  remove  ; 
O  may  thefe  poor  remains  of  breath 
Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love  ! 
P  A  U  S  E. 

5  Thy  righteoufnefs  is  deep  and  high, 

Unfearchable  thy  deeds ; 
Thy  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  fky, 
And  all  my  praife  exceeds. 
M  a 


140  PSALM  S. 

6  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  threat'nings  roar, 

And  oft  endur'd  the  grief; 
But  when  thy  hand  has  prefVd  me  fore, 
Thy  grace  was  my  relief. 

7  By  long  experience  have  I  known 

Thy  fov'reign  power  to  lave  ; 
At  thy  command  I  venture  down 
Securely  to  the  grave. 

8  When  I  lie  buried  deep  in  duft, 

My  flefh  fhall  be  thy  care  ; 
Thefe  withered  limbs  with  thee  I  truft 
'i  o  raife  them  ftrong  and  fair. 

P  S  A  L  M     LXX1I.     Firfl  part.     Long  Metre. 

Ths  kingdom  of  Chr'ijl. 

I    f^i  REAT  God,  whofe  univerfal  fway, 
\JT  The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey, 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son, 
Extend  his  power,  exalt  his  throne. 

a  Thy  fceptre  well  becomes  his  hands, 
All  heav'n  fubmits  to  his  commands  ; 
His  juftice  fhall  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3  With  power  he  vindicates  the  juft, 
And  treads  th'  oppreffor  in  the  duft ; 
His  worfhip  and  his  fear  fhall  laft, 

,  'Till  hours,  and  years,  and  time  be  paft. 

4  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
So  fhall  he  fend  his  influence  dov*  n  ; 
His  grace  on  fainting  fouls  diflills, 
Like  heav'niy^dew  on  thirfty  hills. 

5  The  heathen  lands  that  lie  beneath 
The  fhades  of  overfpreading  death, 
Revive  at  his  firfl  dawning  light, 
And  defarts  blcffom  at  the  light. 

6  The  faints  fhall  flourifh  in  his  days, 
Drefs'd  in  the  robes  of 'joy  and  praife ; 
Peace,  like  a  river  from  his  throne, 
Shall  ilow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 


PSALMS.  141 

PSALM    LXXII.    Second  part.    Long  Metre. 

C /j rift' 's  kingdom  among  the  Gentiles. 
I    TESUS  fhall  reign  where'er  the  fun 
J    Does  his  fucceflive  journies  run  : 
His  kingdom  ftrelch  from   fhore  to  fhore, 
'Till  moons  fhall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

<r2  Eehold  the  nations  with  their  kings; 
There  Europe  her  beft  tribute  brings ; 
From  north  to  fouth  the  princes  meet 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 

3  There  Perfia,  glorious  to  behold, 
And  India  mines  in  eaftern  gold  ; 
While  weftern  empires  own  their  Lord, 
And  favage  tribes  attend  his  word.] 

4  For  him  fhall  endlefs  pray'r  be  made, 
And  endlefs  praifes  crown  his  head  ; 
His  name  like  fweet  perfume  fhall  rife 
With  every  morning  facrifice. 

5  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  en  his  love  with  fweet  eft  fong; 
And  infant- voices  fhall  proclaim 
Their  early  bleffings  on  his  name. 

■6  Bleffings  abound  where'er  he  reigns ; 
The  joyful  pris'ner  burfts  his  chains  ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  reft, 
And  all  the'fons  of  want  are  bleft. 

[  7   Where  he  difplays  his  healing  power, 
Death  and  the  curie  are  known  no  more  ; 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boaft 
More  bleffings  than  Iheir  father  loft. 

3   Let  every  creature  rife  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  king  : 
Angels  defcend  with  longs  againj 
And  earth  repeat^  the  loud  amen.] 

P  S  A  L  M    LXX1II.     Firft  pare.    Common  Metre. 

AjfliMed  faints  hitfpy,  and  profger    ,   finners  curfed. 
I   \TOW  I'm  convinced  the  Lord  is  kind 
XN    To  men  of  heai;t  fiJricere, 
Yet  once  my  fooliih  thoughts  rcpin/d, 
And  border' d  on  defpair. 


i42  PSALMS. 

3  I  griev'd  to  fee  the  wicked  thrive, 
And  fpoke  with  angry  breath, 
"  How  pleafant  and  profane  they  live ; 
"  How  peaceful  is  their  death ! 

3  "  With  well  fed  fiefh  and  haughty  eyes 

"  They  lay  their  fears  to  fleep ; 

"  Againft  the  heav'ns  their  flanders  rife, 

"  While  faints  in  filence  weep. 

4  "  In  vain  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 

"  And  cleanfe  my  heart  in  vain  \ 
"  For  I  am  chaft'ned  all  the  day, 

"  The  night  renews  my  pain." 

5  Yet  while  my  tongue  indulged  complaints, 

I  felt  my  heart  reprove  ; 
«•  Sure  I  fhall  thus  offend  thy  faints, 
And  grieve  the  men  I  leve." 

6  But  ft  ill  I  found  my  doubts  too  hard, 

The  conflict  too  fevere,* 
'Till  I  retirM  to  fearch  thy  word, 
And  learn  thy  fecrets  there. 

7  There,  as  in  fome  prophetic  glafs, 

I  faw  the  linner  fit 
High  mounted  on  a  flipp'ry  place, 
Befide  a  firey  pit. 

8  I  heard  the  wretch  profanely  boaft, 

'Till  at  thy  frown  he  fell  ; 
His  honors  in  a  dream  were  loft, 
And  he  awakes  in  hell. 

q  Lord,  what  an  envious  fool  I  was  1 
How  like  a  thou^htlefs  beaft  ! 
Thus  to  fufpe6l  thy  promis'd  grace, 
And  think  the  wicked  bleft. 

lo  Yet  I  was  kept  from  full  defpair, 
Upheld  by  power  unknown  ; 
That  bleffed  hand  that  broke  the  fnarc 
Shall  guide  me  to  thy  throne. 


PSALMS.  143 

PSALM   LXXIIT.  ver.  23,-28,    Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

God  our  portion  here  and  hereafter. 

I    /"~N  OD,  my  fupporter  and  my  hope, 
\J  My  help  forever  near, 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up 
When  finking  in  delpair. 

3  Thy  counfels,  Lord,  fhall  guide  my  feet 
Through  life's  bewilder'd  race  ; 
Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  feat , 
To  dwell  before  thy  face.  . 

3  Were-  I  in  heav'n  without  my  God, 

'T would  be  no  joy  to  me  : 
And  whilft  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

4  What  if  the  fprings  of  life  fhould  break. 

And  flefh  and  heart  fhould  faint, 
God  is  my  foul's  eternal  rock, 
The  ftrength  of  every  faint. 

5  Behold  the  finners  that  remove 

Far  from  thy  prefence  die  ; 
Not  all  the  idol  gods  they  love 

Can  fave  them  when  they  cry. 

6  But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 

Shall  be  my  fweet  employ  ; 
My  tongue  fhall  found  thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

PSALM  LXXIII.  ver.  22,  3,  6, 17— 20.    Long  Metre. 
The  profperity  of  finners  curfed. 

1  T    ORD,  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was  I, 
V  j   To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine, 

To  fee  the  wicked  plac'd  on  high, 

In  pride  and  robes  of  honor  fhine. 

2  But,  oh  their  end,  their  dreadful  end ! 

Thy  fanctuary  taught  me  fo  : 
On  fiipp'ry  rocks  I  fee  them  ftand, 
And  firey  billows  roll  below. 


144  PSALMS. 

3  Now  let  them  boaft  how  tall  they  rife, 

I'll  never  envy  them  again  ; 
There  they  may  ftand  with  haughty  eyes, 
'Till  .hey  plunge  deep  in  endlefs  pain. 

4  Their  fancy'd  joys,  how  fall  they  flee ! 

Like  dreams  as  fleeting  arid  as  vain  ; 
Their  fongs  of  fofteft  harmony 

Are  out  a  prelude  to  their  pain. 

5  Now  I  efteem  their  mirth  and  wine 

Too  dear  to  purchafe  with  my  blood ; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 

My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God. 

PSALM     LXXIII.    Short  Metre. 

The  myjiery  of  Providence  unfolded. 

I    Q  URE  there's  a  righteous  God, 
O   Nor  is  religion  vain  ; 
Though  men  of  vice  may  boaft  aloud, 
And  men  of  grace  complain. 

a  I  faw  the  wicked  rife, 

And  felt  my  heart  repine, 
While  haughty  fools  with  fcornful  eyes 
In  robes  of  honor  fhine. 

[3  Pamper'd  with  wanton  eafe, 

Their  flefh  looks  full  and  fair, 

Their  wealth  rolls  in  like  flowing  feas, 

And  grows  without  their  care. 

4  Free  from  the  plagues  and  pains 

That  pious  fouls  endure, 
Through  all  their  life  oppreffion  reigns, 
And  racks  the  humble  poor. 

5  Their  impious  tongues  blafphemc 

The  everlafting  God  : 
Their  malice  blafls  the  good  man's  name, 
And  fpreads  their  lies  abroad. 

6  But  I  with  flowing  tears 

Induig'd  my  doubts  to  rife  ; 
"  Is  there  a  God  that  fees  or  hears 
"  The  things  below  the  ikies !"] 


PSALMS.  145 

7  The  tumult  of  my  thought 

Held  me  in  hard  fufpenfe, 
'Till  to  thy  houfe  my  feet  were  brought 
To  learn  thy  juftice  thence. 

8  Thy  word  with  light  and  power 

Did  my  miftake  amend  ; 
I  viewM  the  finners  life  before, 
But  here  I  learnt  their  end. 

9  On  what  a  flipp'ry  fteep 

The  thoughtlefs  wretches  go  ! 
And,  oh  !  that  dreadful  firey  deep 
That  waits  their  fall  below  ! 

10  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow, 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine  : 
I  call  my  God  my  portion  now, 
And  all  my  powers  are  thine. 

PSALM     LXXIV.     Common  Metre. 

The  church  pleading  iviih  God  under  fore  perfection. 

I  "TTTILL  God  forever  caft  us  off! 

VV     His  wrath  forever  fmoke 

Againft  the  people  of  his  love — 

His  little  chofen  flock  ? 

2,  Think  of  the  tribes  fo  dearly  bought 
With  their  Redeemer's  blood ; 
Nor  let  thy  Zion  be  forgot, 

"Where  once  thy  glory  flood. 

3  Lift  up  thy  feet,  and  march  in  hafle, 

Aloud  our  ruin  calls  ; 
See  what  a  wide  and  fearful  wafte 
Is  made  within  thy  waJls. 

4  Where  once  thy  churches'  pray'd  and  fang, 

Thy  foes  profanely  rage ; 
Amid  thy  gates  their  enfigns  hang, 
And  there  their  hofes  engage.      . 

5  How  are  the  feats  of  worfnip  broke  ? 

They  tear  the  buildings  dorvn, 
And  he  that  deals  the  heavieft  ftroke 
Procures  the  chief  renown. 


1 46  PSALMS. 

6  With  flames  they  threaten  to  deftroy 

Thy  children  in  their  reft ; 
"  Come  let  us  burn  at  once"  (they  cry) 
"  The  temple  and  the  prieft." 

7  And,  ftill  to  heighten  our  diftrefs, 

Thy  prefence  is  withdrawn  ; 
Thy  wonted  figns  of  power  and  grace, 
Thy  power  and  grace  are  gone. 

8  No  prophet  fpeaks  to  calm  our  grief, 

But  all  in  filence  mourn  ; 

Nor  know  the  times  of  our  relief, 

The  hour  of  thy  return. 

PAUSE. 
9  How  long,  eternal  God,  how  long 
Shall  men  of  pride  blaipheme ; 
Shall  faints  be  made  their  endiefs  fong, 
And  bear  immortal  fhame  ? 

io  Canft  thou  forever  fit  and  hear 
Thy  holy  name  profan'd — 
And  ftill  thy  jealoufy  forbear, 
And  ftill  withhold  thy  hand  ! 

11  What  fhrange  dehV  ranee  haft  thou  fhewn- 

In  ages  long  before  ? 
And  now  no  other  God  we  own, 

No  other  God  °.dore. 

12  Thou  didft  divide  the  raging  fea 

By  thy  refiftlefs  might, 
To  make  t>      tribes  a  wondrous  way, 
And  then  fecure  their  flight. 

13  Is  not  the  world  of  nature  thine, 

The  darknefs  and  the  day  ? 
Didft  thou  not  b;a  the  morning  fhinc, 
A  od  mark  the  fun  his  way  ? 

14  Hath  not  thy  power  form'd  every  coaft,. 

And  fet  the  earth  its  bounds, 
With  rummer's  heat  and  winter's  froft, 
In  their  perpetual  rounds  ? 

15  And  fhall  the  fons  of  earth  and  duft 

That  facred  power  blaipheme  ! 
Will  not  thy  hand  that  formed  them  firff. 
Avenge  thine  injur'd  name  ? 


PSALMS.  147 

16  Think  on  the  covenant  thou  haft  made, 

And  all  thy  words  of  love  ; 
Nor  let  the  birds  of  prey  invade 
,  And  vex  thy  trembling  dove. 

17  Our  foes  would  triumph  in  our  blood, 

And  make  our  hope  their  jeft  ; 
Plead  thine  own  caufe,  almighty  God, 
And  give  thy  children  relt. 

PSALM     LXXV.     Long  Metre, 

Pratfe  to  God  for  the  return  of  peace. 

I   HPO  thee,  moft  high  and  holy  God, 

X    To  thee  our  thankful  hearts  we  raife ; 
Thy  works  declare  thy  name  abroad — 

Thy  wondrous  works  demand  our  praife. 

0,  To  flav'ry  doom'd,  thy  chofen  fons 

Beheld  their  foes  triumphant  rife  ; 
And,  fore  opprefs'd  by  earthly  thrones, 
They  fought  the  fov1  reign  of  the  ikies.   . 

3  'Twas  then,  great  God,  with  equal  power 

Arofethy  vengeance  and  thy  grace, 
To  fcourge  their  legions  from  the  fhore, 
And  fave  the  remnant  of  thy  race. 

4  Thy  hand,  that  form'd  the  reftlefs  main, 

And  rear'd  the  mountain's  awful  head, 
Bade  raging  feas  their  courfe  reftrain, 
And  defert  wilds  receive  their  dead. 

5  Such  wonders  never  come  by  chance, 

Nor  can  the  winds  fuch  bleffmgs  blow ; 
'Tis  God  the  judge  doth  one  advance, 
'Tis  God  that  lays  another  low. 

6  Let  haughty  tyrants  fink  their  pride, 

Nor  lift  fo  high  their  fcornful  head, 
But  lay  their  impious  thoughts  afide, 

And  own  the  empire  God  hath  made. 


148  PSALM  S. 

PSALM     LXXVI.     Common  Metre. 

Ifrael  faved,  and  the  AJJyrians   deftroyed ;   or,    God's   ven- 
geance aga'inft  Lis  enemies  proceeds  from  his  church. 


JI 


N  Judah  God  of  old  was  known 
His  name  in  Ifrael  great ; 
In  Salem  ftood  his  holy  throne, 
And  Zion  was  his  feat. 


ft  Among  the  praifes  of  his  faints, 

His  dwelling  there  he  chofe  ; 
There  he  receiv'd  their  juft  complaints 
Againil  their  haughty  foes. 

3  From  Zion  went  his  dreadful  word, 

And  broke  that  threatening  fpear ; 
The  bow,  the  arrows,  and  the  fword, 
And  crufrYd  th'  Anyrian  war. 

4  What  are  the  earth's  wide  kingdoms  ehc 

But  mighty  hills  of  prey  \ 
The  hill  on  which  Jehovah  dwells 
Is  glorious  more  than  they. 

5  'Twas  Zion's  king  that  ftopp'd  the  breath 

Of  captains  and  their  bands  ; 
The  men  of  might  fleep  fall  in  death, 
That  quells  their  warlike  hands. 

6  At  thy  rebuke,  O  Jacob's  God, 

Eoth  horfe  and  chariot  fell  : 
Who  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  rod  ? 
Thy  vengeance  who  can  tell  ? 

7  What  power  can  ftand  before  thy  fight 

When  once  thy  wrath  appears  ? 
When  heav'n  Ihines  round  with  dreadful  light. 
The  earth  adores  and  fears. 

8  When  God  in  his  own  fov'reign  ways 

Comes  down  to  fave  th'  oppreft, 
The  wrath  of  man  fhall  work  his  praife, 
And  he'll  reftrain  the  reft. 

[9  Vows  to  the  Lord,  and  tribute  bring; 
Ye  princes,  fear  his  frown  ; 
His  terrors  fhake  the  proudeft  king, 
And  fmite  his  armies  down. 


PSAL  M  S.  I4!? 

lo  The  thunder  of  his  fharp  rebuke 
Our  haughty  foes  fhall  feel ; 
For  Jacob's  God  hath  not  forfook, 
But  dwells  in  Zion  ftill.l 


PSALM    LXXV1I.    Firft  part.    Common  Metre 

Melancholy  ajfaulting,   and  hops  prevailing. 

I   rT~10  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice, 
X     I  fought  his  gracious  ear, 
In  the  fad  hour,  when  trouble  rofe, 
And  Sll'd  my  heart  with  fear. 

1  Sad  were  my  days,  and  dark  my  nights, 
My  fowl  refus'd  relief; 
I  thought  on  God,  the  juft  and  wife, 
But  thoughts  increas'd  my  grief. 

3  Still  I  complain'd,  and  full  oppreft, 

My  heart  began  to  break  ; 
My  God,  thy  wrath  forbade  my  reft, 
And  kept  my  eyes  awake. 

4  My  overwhelming  forrows  grew, 

'Till  I  could  fpeak  no  more  ; 
Then  I  within  myfelf  withdrew, 
And  call'd  thy  judgments  o'er. 

5  I  call'd  back  years  and  ancient  times9 

When  I  beheld  thy  face ; 
My  fpirit  fearch'd  for  fecret  crimes 
That  might  withhold  thy  grace. 

6  I  call'd  thy  mercies  to  my  mind, 

Which  I  enjoy' d  before  ; 
And  will  the  Lord  no  more  be  kind— 
His  face  appear  no  more  ? 

7  Will  he  forever  cafe  me  off — 

His  promife  ever  fail  ? 
Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love  ? 
Shall  anger  full  prevail  ? 

,8  But  I  forbid  this  hopelefs  thought, 
This  dark,  defpairing  frame, 
Remembering  what  thy  hand  hath  wrought ; 
Thy  hand  is  full  the  fame. 


150  PSALMS. 

9  I'll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 
And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er, 
Thy  wonders  of  recov'ring  grace, 
When  flefh  could  hope  no  more. 

jo  Grace  dwelt  with  juftice  on  the  throne; 
And  men  that  love  thy  word 
Have  in  thy  fanctuary  known 
The  counfels  of  the  Lord. 

PSALM  LXXVII.    Second  part.    Common  Metre. 

Comfort  derived  from  ancient  providence  ;    or,  Jfratl  delivered 
from  Egypt ^  and  brought  to  Canaan. 

I  "  TTOW  awful  is  thy  chaft'ning  rod?" 
JlJL   (May  thy  own  children  fay;) 
"  The  great,  the  wife,  the  dreadful  God ! 
"  How  holy  is  his  way  !" 

a  I'll  meditate  his  works  of  old, 

Who  reigns  in  heav'n  above ; 
I'll  hear  his  ancient  wonders  told, 
And  learn  to  truft  his  love. 

3  He  faw  the  houfe  of  Jofeph  lie 

With  Egypt's  yoke  oppreft  ; 
Long  he  delayed  to  hear  their  cry  ; 
Nor  gave  his  people  reft. 

4  The  fons  of  pious  Jacob  feem'd 

Abondon'd  to  their  foes ; 
But  his  almighty  arm  redeem' d 
The  nation  whom  he  chofe. 

5  Fromilavifh  chains  he  fets  them  free, 

They  follow  where  he  calls ; 
He  bade  them  venture  through  the  fea, 
And  made  the  wavet  their  walls. 

6  The  waters  faw  thee,  mighty  God, 

The  waters  faw  thee  come ; 

Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  flood, 

To  make  thine  armies  room. 

7  Strange  was'  thy  journey  through  the  fea, 

Thy  footfteps,  Lord,  unknown; 
Terrors  attend  the  wondrous  way 
That  brings  thy  mercies  down. 


PSAL  M  S.  15 r 

[3  Thy  voice  with  terror  in  the  found 

Through  clouds  and  darknefs  broke  ; 
All  heav'n  in  lightning  ihone  around, 
And  earth  with  thunder  fhook. 

9  Thine  arrows  through  the  Ikies  were  hurPd ; 

How  glorious  is  the  Lord  ! 
Surprife  and  trembling  feiz'd  the  world, 
And  all  his  faints  ador'd. 

10  He  gave  them  water  from  the  rock ; 

And,  fafe  by  Metes'  hand. 
Through  a  dry  defert  led  his  frock 
To  Canaan's  promis'd  land.] 

PSALM    L XXVIII.    Firft  part.    Common  Metre. 

Providence  of  God  recorded ;    or,  Pious  education  and  inflate* 

tion  of  children. 

1  T    ET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
I  a   Which  God  performed  of  old, 

Which  in  our  younger  years  we  faw, 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 

2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known ; 

His  works  of  poyv'r  and  grace  : 
And  we'll  convey  his  wonders  down   . 
Through  ev'ry  rifing  race. 

3  Our  lips  mail  tell  them  to  our  fons, 

And  they  again  to  their' s, 
That  generations  yet  unborn 

May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  mail  they  learn  in  God  alone 

Their  hope  fecurely  ftands, 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works, 
But  praclife  his  commands. 

PSALM  LXXVIII.    Second  part.    Common  Metre. 

IfraeV 's  rebellion  and  punifoment ;    or,    The  fns  and  chaff  - 

ments  of  God's  people. 

H  what  a  ftiff  rebellious  houfe 
Was  Jacob's  ancient  race  ! 
Td.i't  to  their  own  moft  folemn  vows, 
And  to  their  Maker's  grace  ! 
N  4 


o 


I5»  PSALMS. 

3  They  broke  the  cov'nant  of  his  love, 
And  did  his  laws  defpife  ; 
Forgot  the  works  he  wrought  to  prove 
His  power  before  their  eyes  ! 

3  They  faw  the  plagues  on  Egypt  'light 

From  his  avenging  hand  : 
What  dreadful  tokens  of  his  might 
Spread  o'er  the  ftubborn  land ! 

4  They  faw  him  cleave  the  mighty  fea, 

And  march'd  with  fafety  through, 
With  wat'ry  walls  to  guard  their  way, 
"Till  they  had  Tcap'd  the  foe. 

5  A  wondrous  pillar  mark'd  the  road, 

Compos'd  of  fhade  and  light ; 
By  day  it  prov'd  a  fhelt'ring  cloud,' 
A  leading  fire  by  night. 

6  He  from  the  rock  their  thirft  fupply'6.- 

The  gufhing  waters  flow'd, 
And  ran  in  rivers  by  their  fide, 
Along  the  defert  road. 

7  Yet  they  provok'd  the  Lord  Moft  High, 

And  darM  diftruft  his  hand  : 

"  Can  he  with  bread  our  hoft  fupply 

"  Amidft  this  barren  land  ?" 

8  The  Lord,  with  indignation,  heard, 

And  caus'd  his  wrath  to  flame  ; 
His  terrors  ever  ftand  prcpar'd 
To  vindicate  his  name. 

PSALM  LXXVIII.  .  Third  part.    Common  Metre. 

Tue  punijbmetlt  of  luxury  and  intemperance ;    or,   ChaB'iJc 
ment  andfalvation. 

I  "f  TTHEN  Ifrael  finn'd,  the  Lord  reprov'd, 
VV     And  filled  their  hearts  with  dread ; 
Yet  he  forgave  the  men  he  lov'd. 
And  fent  them  heav'nly  bread. 

a  He  fed  them  with  a  lib'ral  hand, 

And  made  his  treafures  known  ; 
He  gave  the  midnight  clouds  command 
To  pour  proviiion  down. 


PSALMS.  153 

3  The  manna,  like  a  morning  fhow'r, 

Lay  thick  around  their  feet ; 
The  food  of  heav'n,  fo  light,  fo  pure, 
As  though  'twere  angels'  meat. 

4  But  they,  in  murm'ring  language,  faid, 

"  Is  manna  all  our  feaft  ? 
"  We  lothe  this  light,  this  airy  bread ; 
«  We  muft  have  flefh  to  tafte." 

5  «  Ye  fhall  have  flefli  to  pleafe  your  luft  " 

The  Lord  in  wrath  reply'd; 
And  fent  them  quails,  like  land,  or  dull, 
Heap'd  up  on  every  fide. 

6  He  gave  them  all  their  own  defire  ; 

And,  greedy,  as  they  fed, 

His  vengeance  burnt  with  fecret  fire, 

And  fmote  the  rebels  dead. 

7  When  fome  were  flain,  the  reft  retum'd, 

And  fought  the  Lord  with-tears ; 
Under  the  rod  they  fear'd  and  mourn'd, 
But  foon  forgot  their  fears. 

8  Oft  he  chaftis'd,  and  ftill  forgave, 

'Till,  by  his  gracious  hand, 
The  nations  he  refolv'd  to  fave 
Poffefs'd  the  pronuYd  land. 

PSALM    LXXVIII.    ver.  32,  tsfc.     Fourth  part. 

Long  Metre. 
Backjliding   and  forgivenefs  ;   or,   Sin  pumjked,   and  faints 

faved. 
I   /*"N  REAT  God,  how  oft  did  Ifrael  prove, 
\j  By  turns,  thine  anger  and  thy  love  ? 
There,  in  a  glafs,  our  hearts  may  fee 
How  fickle  and  how  falfe  they  be. 

1  How  foon  the  faithlefs  Jews  forgot 

The  dreadful  wonders  God  had  wrought ! 
Then  they  provok'd  him  to  his  face, 
Nor  fear  his  pow'r,  nor  truft  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  confum'd  their  years  in  pain, 
And  made  their  travels  long  and  vain  ; 
A  tedious  march  through  unknown  ways 
Wore  out* their  ftrength,  and  fpent  their  days, 


Ij4  PSALM  S. 

4  Oft,  when  they  faw  their  brethren  flam, 
They  mourn'd,  and  fought  the  Lord  again ; 
Cail'd  him  the  Rock  of  their  abode, 
Their  high  Redeemer,  and  their  God. 

5  Their  pray'rs  and  vows  before  him  rife, 
As  flattering  words,  or  folemn  lies, 
While  their  rebellious  tempers  prove 
Falfe  to  his  covenant  and  his  love. ; 

6  Yet  could  his  fov' reign  grace  forgive 
The  men  who  ne'er  deferv'd  to  live ; 
His  anger  oft  away  he  turn'd, 

Or  elfe  with  gentle  flame  it  burn'd. 

7  He  faw  their  flefh  was  weak  and  frail, 
He  faw  temptations  ftill  prevail ; 
The  God  of  Abra'm  lov'd  them  frill, 
And  led  them  to  his  holy  hill. 

PSALM     LXXIX.     Long  Metre. 

For  the  dijlrefs  of  roar. 

I   T>EHOLD,  O  God,  what  cruel  foe« 
JD  Thy  peaceful  heritage  invade  ; 
Thy  holy  temple  ftands  deftTd, 

In  duft  thy  facred  walls  are  laid. 

%  Wide  o'er  the  vallies  drench'd  in  blood, 

Thy  people  fall'n  in  death  remain  ; 

The  fowls  of  heaven  their  flefh  devour. 

And  favage  beafh  divide  the  flain. 

3  Th'  infulting  foes,  with  impious  rage, 

Reproach  thy  children  to  their  face ; 
"  Where  is  your  God   of  boafted  power, 

"  And  where  the  promife  of  his  grace  .<"' 

4  Deep  from  the  prifon's  horrid  glooms, 

Oh  hear  the  mournful  captives  figh, 
And  let  thy  fov'reign  power  reprieve 

The  trembling  fouls  condemn'd  to  die. 

5  Let  thofe  who  dar'd  t'  infult  thy  reign, 

Return  difmay'd  with  endlefs  fhame, 
While  heathens,  who  thy  grace  defpife, 

Shall  from  thy  vengeance  learn  thy  name. 


PSALMS.  155 

6  So  fhall  thy  children,  freed  from  death, 
Eternal  fongs  of  honor  raife, 
And  every  future  age  fhall  tell 

Thy  fovereign  power  and  pard'ning  grace. 
PSALM     LXXX.    Long  Metre. 
The  church's  prayer  under  affllcllon  ;   or,   The  vineyard  of 

God  tuajled. 
I   f~^i  REAT  Shepherd  of  thine  Ifrael, 

KJT  Who  didft  between  the  cherubs  dwell, 
And  led  the  tribes,  thy  chofen  fheep, 
Safe  through  the  defer  t  and  the  deep — 
%  Thy  church  is  in  the  defert,  Lord, 
Shine  from  on  high,  and  light  afford  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  fhall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more. 

3  Great  God,  whom  heav'nly  hofts  obey, 
How  long  fhall  we  lament  and  pray, 
And  wait  in  vam  thy  kind  return  ? 
How  long  fhall  thy  fierce  anger  burn? 

4  Inftead  of  wine  and  cheerful  bread, 
Thy  faints  with  their  own  tears  are  fed; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 

We  fhall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more. 
PAUSE   thefirft 

5  Haft  thou  not  planted  with  thy  hands 
A  lovely  vine  in  heathen  lands  ? 
Did  not  thy  power  defend  it  round, 
And  heav'nly  dews  enrich  the  ground  ? 

6  How  did  the  fpreading  branches  fhoot, 
And  blefs  the  nations  with  the  fruit  ? 
But  now,   dear  Lord,  look  down  and  fee 
Thy  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree. 

7  Why  is  her  beauty  thus  defac'd  ? 
Why  haft  thou  laid  her  fences  wafte  ? 
Strangers  and  foes  againft  her  join, 
And  ev'ry  beaft  devours  the  vine. 

8  Return,  almighty  God,  return ; 

Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  fhall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more. 


*56  PSALMS. 

PAUSE    the  fecond. 
9  Lard,  when  this  vine  in  Canaan  grew, 
Thou  waft  its  ftrength  and  glory  too  ! 
Attack'd  in  vain  by  all  its  foes, 
'Till  the  fair  branch  of  promife  rofe. 
io  Fair  branch,  ordain'd  of  old  to  fhoot 
From  David's  flock,  from  Jacob's  root; 
Himfelf  a  noble  vine,  and  we 
The  leffer  branches  of  the  tree. 
II   'Tis  thy  own  Son;  and  he  fhall  ftand, 
Girt  with  thy  ftrength,  at  thy  right  hand ; 
Thy  firft-born  Son,  adorn'd  and  blefs'd 
With  pow'r  and  grace  above  the  reft. 
SZ  O !  for  his  fake,  attend  our  cry, 

Shine  on  thy  churches,  left  they  die  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  fhall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more. 
PSALM    LXXXI.    ver.i,8,— 16.     Short  Metre. 
The  warning  of  God  to  bis  people  ;    or,   Spiritual  blejjings 

and  punijhments. 
I   O ING  to  the  Lord  aloud, 
O  And  make  a  joyful  noife ; 
God  is  our  ftrength,  our  Saviour  God  ; 
Let  Ifrael  hear  his  voice, 
a  "  From  idols  falfe  and  vain 

"  Preferve  my  rights  divine  ; 
"  I  am  the  Lord  who  broke  thy  chain 
"  Of  flavery  and  of  fin. 

3  "  Stretch  thy  defires  abroad, 

"  And  I'll  fupply  them  well ; 
"  But  if  ye  will  reful'e  your  God, 
"  If  Ifrael  will  rebel ; 

4  "  I'll  leave  them,"  faith  the  Lord, 

"  To  their  own  lulls  a  prey, 
"  And  let  them  run  the  dang'rous  road ; 
"  'Tis  their  own  chofen  way. 

5  "  Yet,  O  !  that  all  my  faints 

"  Would  hearken  to  my  voice  ! 

"  Soon  I  would  eafe  their  fore  complaints, 

**  And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 


PSALMS.  tt 

6  "  While  I  deftroy  their  foes, 

"  I'll  richly  feed  my  flock, 
"  And  they  fhall  tafte  the  ftream  that  flows 
"  From  their  eternal  rock." 

PSALM     LXXXII.     Long  Metre. 
God  the  fupreme  Governor  ;    or,   Magijlrates  'warned-, 
l      A   MONG  th'  affemblies  of  the' great, 
X\.  A  greater  Ruler  takes  his  feat ; 
The  God  of  heav'n,  as  judge,  furveys 
Thofe  gods  on  earth,  and  all  their  ways. 

%  Why  will  ye  frame  oppreffive  laws  ? 
Or  why  fupport  th'  unrighteous  caufe  ? 
When  will  ye  once  defend  the  poor, 
That  foes  may  vex  the  faints  no  more  ? 

5  They  know  not,  Lord,  nor  will  know  ; 
Dark  are  the  ways  in  which  they  go ; 
Their  name  of  earthly  gods  is  vain, 
For  they  fhail  fall  and  die  like  men. 

4  Arife,  O  Lord,  and  let  thy  Son 
Poffefs  his  univerfal  throne, 
And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod ; 
He  is  our  judge,  and  he  our  God. 

PSALM     LXXXIII.     Short  Metre; 
A  complaint  againfl  perfecutors, 
I      A    ND  will  the  God  of  grace 
JTjL  Perpetual  filenee  keep  ? 
The  God  of  juftice  hold  his  peace, 
And  let  his  vengeance  fleep  ? 

a  Behold  what  curfed  fnares 

The  men  of  mifchief  fpread, 
The  men  that  hate  thy  faints  and  thee 
Lift  up  their  threat'ning  head. 

3  Againft  thy  hidden  ones 

Their  counfels  they  employ, 
And  malice,  with  her  watchful  eye, 
Purfues  them  to  deftroy. 

4  "  Come,  let  us  join,"  they  cry, 

"  To  root  them  from  the  ground, 
"  'Till  not  the  name  of  faints  remain, 
"  Nor  mem'ry  fhall  be  found." 


158  PSALMS. 

5  Awake,  almighty  God, 

Arid  call  thy  wrath  to  mind ; 
Give  them,  like  forefts,  to  the  fire, 
Or  ftubble  to  the  wind. 

6  Convince  their  madnefs,  Lord, 

And  make  them  feck  thy  name  : 
Or  elfe  their  ftubborn  rage  confound, 
That  they  may  die  in  fhame. 

7  Then  fhall  the  nations  know 

Thy  glorious  dreadful"  word, 
Jehovah  is  thy  name  alone, 

And  thou  the  foy'reign  Lord. 

PSALM    LXXXIV.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre, 

The  plcafure  of  public  tvorjhip. 

I   T  TOW  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair, 
XJL   O  Lord  of  hofts,  thy  dwellings  are ! 
With  long  defire  my  fpirit  faints 
To  meet  th'  affemblies  of  thy  faints. 

1  My  fiefli  would  reft  in  thine  abode, 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God ; 
My  God !   my  King !  why  fhould  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee  ? 

3  The  fparrow  chufes  where  to  reft, 
And  for  her  young  provides  her  neft ; 
But  will  my  God  to  fparrows  grant 
That  pleafure  which  his  children  want  ? 

4  Blefs'd  are  the  faints  who  fit  on  high 
Around  thy  throne  above  the  fky ; 
Thy  brighteft  glories  fhine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praife  and  love. 

5  Blefs'd  are  the  fouls  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace ; 
There  to  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  feek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praife. 

6  Blefs'd  are  the  men  whofe  hearts  are  fet 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate ; 

God  is  their  ftrength;  and  through  the  road 
They  lean  upon  theii  helper  God. 


PSALMS.  159 

*j  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  ftrength, 
'Till  all  fhall  meet  in  heav'n  at  length, 
'Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 
And  join  in  nobler  worfhip  there. 

PSALM     LXXX1V.     Second  part.     Long  Metre. 

God  and  his  church  ;   or,   Grace  and  glory. 

I   /"NREAT  God,  attend,  while  Zion  fings 
VJT  The  joy  that  from  thy  prefence  fprings  : 
To  fpend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thoufand  days  of  mirth. 

%  Might  I  enjoy  the  meaneft  place 
Within  thy  houfe,  O  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  eafe,  nor  thrones  of  pow'r, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  God  is  our  fun,  he  makes  our  day ; 
God  is  our  fhield,  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  th'  affaults  of  hell  and  fin, 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bellow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too ! 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  fouls. 

5  O  God,  our  King,  whofe  fov'reign  fway 
The  glorious  hofts  of  heav'n  obey, 
And  devils  at  thy  prefence  flee, 

Blefs'd  is  the  man  that  trufts  in  thee.  t 

PSALM    LXXXI'7.    ver.  1,  2,  3,  10,  paraphrafed. 
Common  Metre. 

Delight  in   ordinances    of  ivorjhip  ;    or,  -God  jorsfent  Jn  lis 
churches. 

I   "TV /TY  foul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
JLVjL  To  which  thy  God  reforts ! 
'Tis  heav'n  to  fee  his  finding  face, 
Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 

%  There  the  great  monarch  of  the  Ikies 
His  faving  power  difplays, 
And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes, 
"With  kind  and  cuikk'ning  rays. 
O 


160  PSALMS. 

3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heav'nly  dove 

Defcends  and  fills  the  place, 
While  Chrift  reveals  his  wondrous  love, 
And  fheds  abroad  his  grace. 

4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 

The  fecrets  of  thy  will ; 
And  ftill  we  feek  thy  mercies  there, 
And  fmg  thy  praifes  ftill. 

PAUSE. 

5  My  heart  and  flefh  cry  out  for  thee, 

While  far  from  thine  abode ; 

When  fhall  I  tr£ad  thy  courts,  and  fee 

My  Saviour  and  my  God  ? 

6  The  fparrow  builds  herfelf  a  neft, 

And  fuffers  no  remove  ; 
O  make  me,  like  the  fparrows,,  blefs'd, 
To  dwell  but  where  I  love. 

7  To  fit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye, 

And  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 
Exceeds  a  whole  eternity 

Employ' d  in  carnal  joys. 

8  Lord,  at  thy  threlhold  I  would  wait, 

While  Jefus  is  within, 

Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  ftate, 

Among  the  tents  of  fin. 

9  Could  I  command  the  fpacious  land, 

And  the  more  boundlefs  fea, 
For  one  blefs'd  hour  at  thy  right  hand 
I'd  give  them  both  away. 

PSALM     LXXXIV.     As  the  148th  Pfalm. 

Longing  for  the  houjc  of  God,. 

I   T    ORD  of  the  worlds  above, 
1  a  How  pleafant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, . 
Thy  earthly  temples  are  ! 
To  thine  abode 
My  heart  afpires, 
With  warm  defires, 
To  fee  my  God. 


PSALMS.  161 

a  The  fparrow  for  her  young, 

With  pleafure  feeks  a  neft, 
And  wand' ring  fwallows  long 
To  find  their  wonted  reft  : 
My  fpirit  faints, 
With  equal  zeal, 
To  rife  and  dwell 
Among  thy  faints. 

3  O  happy  fouls  that  pray 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear  ! 
O  happy  men  that  pay 

Their  conftant  fervice  there  ! 
They  praife  thee  ftill ; 
And  happy  they 
That  love  the  way 
To  Zion's  hill. 

4  They  go  from  ftrength  to  ftrength, 

Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
'Till  each  arrives  at  length, 

'Till  each  in  heav'n  appears. 
O  glorious  feat, 
When  God  our  king 
Shall  thither  bring 
Our  willing  feet. 

PAUSE. 

5  To  fpend  one  facred  day, 

Where  God  and  faints  abide, 
Afford  diviner  joy 

Than  thoufand  days  befide  : 
Where  God  reforts, 
I  love  it  more 
To  keep  the  door 

Than  fhine  in  courts. 

6  God  is  our  fun  and  fhield, 

Our  light  and  our  defence  ; 
With  gifts  our  hands  are  fill'd, 

We  draw  our  bleffings  thence  ; 
He  fhall  beftow 
On  Jacob's  race 
Peculiar  grace 
And  glory  too. 


16  a  PSALMS. 

7  The  Lord  his  people  loves ; 

His  hand  no  good  withholds 
From  thofe  his  heart  approves, 
From  pure  and  pious  fouls ; 
Thrice  happy  he, 
O  God  of  hofts, 
Whofe  fpirit  trufts 
Alone  in  thee. 

PSALM  LXXXV.  ver.  I,— 8.  Firft  part.  Long  Metre. 

Waiting  for   an   anfwer  to  prayer ;    or,  Deliverance  begun 
and  completed. 

I   T    ORD,  thou  haft  call'd  thy  grace  to  mind, 
_L i  Thou  haft  revers'd  our  heavy  doom  ; 
So  God  forgave  when  Ifrael  finn'd, 

And  brought  his  wand'ring  captives  home. 

1  Thou  haft  begun  to  fet  us  free, 

And  made  thy  fierceft  wrath  abate  : 
Now  let  our  hearts  be  turn'd  to  thee, 
And  our  falvation  be  complete. 

3  Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 

And  let  thy  faints  in  thee  rejoice  ; 
Make  known  thy  truth,  fulfil  thy  word ; 
We  wait  for  praife  to  tune  our  voice. 

4  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  fay  ; 

He'll  fpeak  and  give  his  people  peace  • 
But  let  them  run  no  more  aftray, 

Left  his  returning  wrath  increafe. 

PSALM     LXXXV.     ver.  9,  Iff.-.     Second  part. 
Long  Metre. 

Salvation  by  drift. 

I   O  ALVATION  is  for  ever  nigh 

O  The  fouls  that  fear  and  truft  the  Lord  ; 
And  grace,  defcending  from  on  high, 
Frefh  hopes  of  glory  fliall  afford. 

a  Mercy  and  Truth  on  earth  are  met, 

Since  Chrift  the  Lord  came  down  from  heav'n  ! 
By  his  obedience  fo  complete 

Juftice  is  pleas'd,  and  peace  is  giv'n. 


PSALMS.  I6* 

3  Now  truth  and  honor  lhall  abound, 

Religion  dwells  on  earth  again, 
And  heav'nly  influence  blefs  the  ground 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentler  reign. 

4  His  righteoufnefs  is  gone  before, 

To  give  us  free  accefs  to  God  ; 
Our  wand'ring  feet  mall  ftray  no  more, 

But  mark  his  fteps,  and  keep  the  road. 

PSALM  LXXXVL  ver.8,— 13.    Common  Metre. 
A  general  fong  of  praife  to  God. 

1  j\  MONG  the  princes,  earthly  gods, 
il  There's  none  hath  pow'r  divine  ; 
Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lord, 

Nor  are  their  works  like  thine. 

2  The  nations  thou  haft  made  fliaW  bring 

Their  offerings  round  thy  throne  ; 
For  thou  alone  doft  wondrous  things, 
For  thou  art  God  alone. 

3  Lord,  I  would  walk  with  holy  feet ; 

Teach  me  thine  heav'nly  ways, 
And  all  my  wand'ring  thoughts  unite 
In  God  my  Father's  praife. 

4  Great  is  thy  mercy,  and  my  tongue 

Shall  thofe  fweet  wonders  tell, 
How  by  thy  grace  my  finking  foul 
'Rofe  from  the  deeps  of  hell. 

PSALM     LXXXVII.     Long  Metre. . 

The  diurch  the  birth  place   of  the  faints ;    or,   fetus    and 
Gentiles  united  in  the  Chrifian  church. 

I   f~^*  OD  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 

\J  Foundation  for  his  heavenly  praife ; 
He  lik'd  the  tents  of  Jacob  well, 
But  ftill  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 

a  His  mercy  vifits  every  houfe 

That  pay  their  night  and  morning  vows ; 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  ftay, 
Where  churches  meet  to  praife  and  pray. 
O  % 


PSALMS. 

3  What  glories  were  defcrib'd  of  old ! 
What  wonders  are  in  Zion  told ! 
Thou  city,  of  our  God  below, 

Thy  fame  fhall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 

4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew  : 
Angels  and  men  fhall  join  to  fing 
The  hill  where  living  waters  fpring. 

5  When  God  makes  up  his  laft  account 
Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 
'Twill  be  an  honor  to  appear 

As  one  new-born  and  nourifh'd  there. 

PSALM     LXXXVIII.     As  the  113th. 

Long  Metre. 

Lofs  of  friends,  and  ahfence  of  divine  grace. 

I   /^V   GOD  of  my  falvation,  hear 

V_/   My  nightly  groan,  my  daily  prayer, 

That  ftill  employ  my  wafting  breath ; 
My  foul  declining  to  the  grave, 
Implores  thy  fov'reign  pow'r  to  fave 

From  dark  defpair  and  lafting  death. 

a  Thy  wrath  lies  heavy  on  my  foul, 
And  waves  of  forrow  o'er  me  roll, 

While  duft  and  filence  fpread  the  gloom  : 
My  friends  belov'd  in   happier  days, 
The  dear  companions  of  my  ways, 

Defcend  around  me  to  the  tomb. 

3  As  loft  in  lonely  grief  I  tread 

The  mournful  manfions  of  the  dead, 

Or  to  fome  throng'd  affembly  go ; 
Through  ail  alike  I  rove  alone, 
While,  here  forgotten,  there  unknown, 
The  change  renews  my  piercing  woe. 

4  And  why  will  God  neglect  my  call  ? 
Or  who  fhall  profit  by  my  fall, 

When  life  departs  and  love  expires? 
Can  duft  and  darknefs  praife  the  Lord  ? 
Or  wake,  or  brighten  at  his  word, 

And  tune  the  harp  with  heavenly  quires  ? 


PSALMS.  165 

3  Yet,  thro'  each  melancholy  day, 

I've  pray'd  to  thee,  and  flill  will  pray, 

Imploring  ftill  thy  kind  return 

But  oh !  my  friends,  my  comforts,  fled, 
And  all  my  kindred  of  the  dead 

Recal  my  wandering  thoughts  to  mourn. 

PSALM     LXXXIX.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 

The  covenant  made  ivith  Cbriji  ;    or,    The  true  David. 
X  T70REVER  fhall  my  fong  record 

Jl     The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord ; 

Mercy  and  truth  forever  ftand, 

Like  heav'n  eftablifh'd  by  his  hand. 

■%  Thus  to  his  Son  he  fware  and  faid, 
"  With  thee  my  cov'nant  firft  is  made; 
"  In  thee  fhall  dying  finners  live ; 
"  Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to  give. 

3  "  Be  thou  my  prophet,  thou  my  prieft  ; 
"  Thy  children  fhall  he  ever  blefs'd ; 

"  Thou  art  my  chofen  king,  thy  throne 
"  Shall  ftand  eternal  like  my  own. 

4  "  There's  none  of  all  my  fons  above 
"  So  much  my  image  or  my  love  ; 

"  Celeftial  powers  thy  fubje&s  are, 

"  Then  what  can  earth  to  the  compare  ? 

5  "  David,  my  fervant,  whom  I  chofe, 

"  To  guard  my  flock,  to  crufh  my  foes ; 
"  And  rais'd  him  to  the  Jewifh  throne, 
"  Was  but  a  fhadow  of  my  fon." 

6  Now  let  the  church  rejoice  and  fing 
Jefus  her  Saviour  and  her  king ; 
Angels  his  heavenly  wonders  fhow, 
And  faints  declare  his  works  below. 

PSALM    LXXXIX.    Firft  part.    Common  Metre. 

The  faithfulness  of  God. 

I  "Tk  /T Y  never-ceafing  fong  fhall  fhow 
1VJL  The  mercies  of  the  Lord ; 
And  make  fucceeding  ages  know 
How  faithful  is  his  word. 


166  PSALM  3. 

a  The  facred  truths  his  lips  pronounce 
Shall  firm  as  heaven  endure  ; 
And  if  he  fpeak  a  promife  once, 
Th'  eternal  grace  is  fure. 

3  How  long  the  race  of  David  held 

The  promised  Jewifh  throne  ! 
But  there's  a  nobler  covenant  feal'd 
To  David's  greater  fon. 

4  His  feed  forever  fhall  poffefs 

A  throne  above  the  fkies ; 
The  meaneft  fubjecls  of  his  grace 
Shall  to  that  glory  rife. 

5  Lord  God  of  hofts,  thy  wondrous  ways 

Are  fung  by  faints  above  ; 
And  faints  on  earth  their  honors  raife 
To  thy  unchanging  love. 

PSALM    LXXXIX.    ver.  7,  fcrV.    Second  parr. 

Common  Metre. 
Tie  power  and  majejly  of  God ;    or,  Reverential  -worjhip. 

1  "\X7"I'^H  reverence  let  the  faints  appear, 

V  V     And  bow  before  the  Lord, 
His  high  commands  with  reverence  hear, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

2  How  terrible  thy  glories  rife ! 

How  bright  thine  armies  fhine.! 

Where  is  the  power  with  thee  that  vies, 

Or  truth  compared  with  thine  ? 

3  The  northern  pole  and  fouthern  reft 

On  thy  fupporting  hand  ; 
Darknefs  and  day  from  eaft  to  weft, 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4  Thy  words  the  raging  winds  controul, 

And  rule  the  boifterous  deep  ; 
Thou  makeft  the  fleeping  billows  roll, 
The  rolling  billows  fieep. 

5  Heaven,  earth,  and  air,  and  fea  are  thine, 

And  the  dark  world  of  hell ; 
They  faw  thine  arm  in  vengeance  fhinc 
When  Egypt  durft  rebel. 


PSAL  M  S.  i$7 

4  Juftice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 
Yet  wondrous  is  thy  grace  ! 
While  truth  and  mercy  join'd  in  one, 
Invite  us  near  thy  face. 
PSALM     LXXXIX.     ver.  15,  &>.     Third  part. 
Common  Metre. 
A  blejfed  gofpel. 
I  "QLESS'D  are  the  fouls  who  hear  and  know 
Jl3  The  gofpel' s  joyful  found  1 
Peace  fhall  attend  the  path  they  go, 
And  light  their  fteps  furround. 

»  Their  joy  fhall  hear  their  fpirits  up 
Thro'  their  Redeemer's  name  ; 
His  righteoufnefs  exalts  their  hope, 
And  fills  their  foes  with  fhame, 

3  The  Lord  our  glory  and  defence, 
Strength  and  falvation  gives ; 
Ifrael,  thy  king  forever  reigns, 
Thy  God  forever  lives. 

PSALM    LXXXIX,     ver.  19,  &c.    Fourth  part, 

Common  Metre. 
Chrifs  mediatorial  kingdom  ;   or,  His  divine  and  human 


nature. 


'H 


EAR  what  the  Lord  in  vifion  faid, 
_  jid  made  his  mercies  known  : 
Sinners,  behold,  your  help  is  laid 

"  On  my  almighty  fon. 
«  Behold  the  man  my  wifdom  chofc 

"  Among  your  mortal  race  : 
"  His  head  my  holy  oil  o'erflows, 

"  With  full  fupplies  of  grace. 
"  High  fhall  he  reign  on  David's  throne, 

"  My  people's  better  king  ; 
"  My  arm  fhall  beat  his  rivals  down, 

"  And  ftill  new  fubjecls  bring. 
"  My  truth  fhall  guard  him  in  his  way 

"  With  mercy  by  his  fide  ; 
«  While  in  my  name  o'er  earth  and  fea 

"  He  fhall  in  triumph  ride. 


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168  PSALMS. 

5  "  Me  for  his  father  and  his  God, 

"  He  fhall  forever  own, 
"  Call  me  hn  rock,  his  high  abode, 
"  And  I'll  fupport  my  fon. 

6  "  My  firfr-born  fon  array'd  in  grace, 

"  At  my  right  hand  fhall  lit, 
"  Beneath  him  angels  know  their  place, 
"  And  monarchs  at  his  feet. 

7  "  My  covenant  ftands  forever  faft, 

"  My  promifes  are  ftrong ; 
"  Firm  as  the  heavens  his  throne  fhall  laft, 
"  His  feed  endure  as  long." 

PSALM    LXXXIX.    ver.  30,  fft.    Fifth  part. 

Common  Metre. 

The  covenant  of  grace  unchangeable  ;    or,  Affliction  without 

rejeclion. 

ET,"  faith  the  Lord,  if  David's  race, 

The  children  of  my  fon, 

"  Should  break  my  laws,  abufe  my  grace 

"  And  tempt  mine  anger  down  ; 
"  Their  fins  I'll  vifit  with  the  rod, 
"  And  make  their  folly  fmart ; 
u  But  I'll  not  ceafe  to  be  their  God, 

"  Nor  from  my  truth  depart. 
"  My  covenant  I  will  ne'er  revoke, 
"  But  keep' my  grace  in  mind; 
"  And  what  my  love  eternal  fpoke, 

"  Eternal  truth  fhall  bind 
«  Once  have  I  fwom,  (I  need  no  more) 

"  And  pledg'd  my  holinefs, 
"  To  feal  the  facred  promife  fure 

"  To  David  and  his  race. 
■  The  fun  fhall  fee  his  offspring  rife 
"  And  fpread  from  fea  to  fea, 
"  Long  as  he  travels  round  the  fkief 

"  To  give  the  nations  day. 
"  Sure  as  the  moon  that  rules  the  night 

"  His  kingdom  fhall  endure, 
"  'Till  the  fix'd  laws  of  made  and  light 
"  Shall  be  obferv'd  no  more/' 


PSALMS.  169 

PSALM     LXXX1X.     ver.  47,  &c.     Sixth  part. 
Long  Metre. 
Mortality   and  hope. 
A  funeral  pfalm. 
I  T)  EMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  ftate, 
Xa_  How  frail  our  life,  how  fhort  our  date  ! 
Where  is  the  man  that  draws  his  hreath 
Safe  from  difeafe,  fecure  from  death. 

1  Lord,  while  we  fee  whole  nations  die, 
Our  flelh  and  ftrength  repine  and  cry, 
"  Muft  death  forever  rage  and  reign  ! 
"  Or  haft  thou  made  mankind  in  vain  ? 

3  "  Where  is  thy  promife  to  the  juft  ? 

"  Are  not  thy  fervants  turn'd  to  duft  ?.'•' 
But  .faith  forbids  thefe  mournful  fighs, 
And  fees  the  fleeping  duft  arife. 

4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day, 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  faints  away, 
And  clears  the  honor  of  thy  word: 
Awake,  our  fouls,  and  blefs  the  Lord. 

PSALM     LXXXIX.    ver.  47,  fc>V.     Laffc  part. 
As  the  113th  pfalm. 
Life>  death^  and  the  refurreSlion. 
I   r  I  1HINK,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man, 
X     How  few  his  hours,  how  fhort  his  fpan  ! 
Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave  : 
Who  can  fecure  his  vital  breath 
Againft  the  bold  demands  of  death, 

With  fkill  to  fiy,  or  pow'r  to  fave  ! 

Z  Lord,  fhall  it  be  forever  faid, 
"The  race  of  man  was  only  made 

"  For  ficknefs,  forrow  and  the  duft  V* 
Are  not  thy  fervants  day  by  day 
Sent  to  their  graves  and  turn'd  to  clay  ? 

Lord,  where's  thy  kindriefs  to  the  juft  ? 

3  Haft  thou  not  promis'd  to  thy  fon, 
And  all  his  feed,  a  heavenly  crown  ? 

But  fleih  and  fenfe  indulge  defpair  ; 
Forever  blefled  be  the  Lord, 
That  faith  can  read  his  holy  word, 

And  find  a  refurreclion  there. 


i7o  PSALM  S. 

4  Forever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 

Who  gives  his  faints  a  long  reward, 

For  all  their  toil,  reproach  and  pain ; 
Let  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wondrous  love, 

And  each  repeat  their  loud  Amen. 

PSALM     XC     Long  Metre. 

Man  mortal,  and  God  eternal. 

A  mournful  fong  at  a  funeral. 

I  "TPHRO'  ev'ry  age,  eternal  God, 

JL     Thou  art  our  reft,  our  fafe  abode  : 
High  was  thy  throne  e'er  heav'n  was  made, 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footftool  laid. 

0,  Long  had'ft  thou  reign' d  ere  time  began, 
Or  duft  was  falhion'd  into  man  : 
And  long  thy  kingdom  fhall  endure 
When  earth  and  time  fhall  be  no  more. 

3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity ; 
Thy  dreadful  fentence,  Lord,  was  juft, 
"  Return  yz  finners  to  the  duft." 

[4  A  thoufand  of  our  years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  day  in  thine  account, 
I  like  yefterday's  departed  light ; 
Or  the  laft  watch  of  ending  night.] 

PAUSE. 

5  F^eath,  like  an  overflowing  ftream, 
Sweeps  us  away  ;  our  life's  a  dream  : 
An  empty  tale  ;  a  morning  flower, 
Cut  down  and  wither'd  in  an  hour. 

6  [Our  age  to  feventy  years  is  fet ; 

How  fhort  the  time  !  how  frail  the  ftatc ! 

And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 

We  rather  iigh,  and  groan  than  live. 

7  But  oh  how  oft  thy  wrath  appears, 
And  cuts  off  our  expected  years  ' 
Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread ! 
We  fear  the  power  that  ftrikes  us  dc  ■ 


PSALMS.  1 7i 

8  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man  ; 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  the  fpan, 
'Till  a  wife  care  of   piety 
Fit  us  to  die,  and  dwell  with  thee. 

PSALM  XC.  ver.  1,-5.  Firft  part.    Common  Metre. 

Man  frail,  and  God  eternal, 

I   /^\UR  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft, 
\J   Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  fhelter  from  the  ftormy  blaft, 
And  our  eternal  home. 
%  Beneath  the  fttadow  of  thy  throne 
Thy  faints  have  dwelt  fecure  ; 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  my  defence  is  fure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  flood, 

Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame, 
From  everlafting  thou  art  God, 
To  endlefs  years  the  fame. 

4  Thy  word  commands-  our  flefh  to  dufi, 

"  Return,  ye  fons  of  men;" 
All  nations  rofe  from  earth  at  firft, 
And  turn  to  earth  again. 

5  A  thoufand  ages  in  thy  fight 

Are  like  an  evening  gone ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  riling  dawn. 

[6  The  bufy  tribes  of  flefh  and  blood, 
With  all  their  lives  and  cares, 
Are  carried  downwards  by  the  flood, 
And  loft  in  following-' years. 

7  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  ftream, 

Bears  all  its  fons  away, 

They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream, 

Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

8  Like  flowery  fields  the  nations  ftand 

Pleas'd  with  the  morning  light ; 
The  flowers  beneath  the  mower's  hand 
Lie  withering  ere  'tis  night. 1 
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i7a  PSALMS. 

9  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  laft, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

PSALM    XC.    ver.  8,  n,  2,  10, 12,  Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Infirmities  and  mortality   the  effeSi  of  fin  ;     or,    Life,    old 
age,  and  preparation  for  death. 

I   T    ORD,  if  thine  eyes  furvey  our  faults, 
t  a  And  juftice  grows  fevere, 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts, 
And  burns  beyond  our  fear. 

t  Thine  anger  turns  our  frame  to  duft ; 
By  one  offence  to  thee, 
Adam,  with  all  his  fons,  have  loft 
Their  immortality. 

3  Life,  like  a  vain  amufement  flies, 

A  fable  or  a  fong ; 
By  fwift  degrees  our  nature  dies, 
Nor  can  our  joys  be  long. 

4  vTis  but  a  few  whofe  days  amount 

To  threefcore  years  and  ten  ; 
And  all  beyond  that  fhort  account 
Is  forrow,  toil  and  pain. 
[5  Our  vitals  with  laborious  ftrife, 
Bear  up  tbe  crazy  load, 
And  drag  thefe  poor  remains  of  life 
Along  the  tirefome  road.] 

6  Almighty  God,  reveal  thy  love, 

And  not  thy  wrath  alone  ; 
Oh  let  our  l'weet  experience  prove 
The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 

7  Our  fouls  would  learn  the  heav'nly  art 

T'  improve  the  hours  we  have. 
That  we  may  ad  the  wifer  part, 
And  live  beyond  the  grave. 


PSALMS.  173 

P  S  A  L  M     XC.     ver.  13,  &c     Third  part. 
Common  Metre. 
Breathing  after   Heaven. 
I  "Q  ETURN,  O  God  of  love,  return ; 
IV  Earth  is  a  tirefome  place  ; 
How  long  fhall  we  thy  children  mourn 
Our  abfence  from  thy  face  ? 

%  Let  heaven  fucceed  our  painful  years. 
Let  fin  and  forrow  ceafe, 
And  in  proportion  to  our  tears 
So  make  our  joys  increafe. 

3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  fervants  fhow, 

Make  thy  own  work  complete  ; 
Then  fhall  our  fouls  thy  glory  know, 
And  own  thy  love  was  great. 

4  Then  fhall  we  fhine  before  thy  throne 

In  all  thy  beauty,  Lord  : 
And  the  poor  fervice  we  have  done 
Meet  a  divine  reward. 

PSALM     XC.     ver.  5,  10,  12.     Short  Metre. 

The  frailty  and  jhortnefs  of  life, 
I   T    ORJD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
JLi   Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ! 
Our  life  !  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 

That  fcarce  deferves  the  name  ! 

a  Alas,  the  brittle  clay 

That  built  our  body  firft  ! 
And  ev'ry  month,  and  ev'ry  day, 
'Tis  mould'ring  back  to  duft. 

3  Our  moments  fly  apace, 

Our  feeble  powers  decay, 
Swift  as  a  flood  our  hafty  days 
Are  fweeping  us  away. 

4  Yet,  if  our  days  muft  fly, 

We'll  keep  their  end  in  fight, 
We'll  fpend  them  all  in  wifdom's  way, 
And  let  them  fpeed  their  flight. 

5  They'll  waft  us  fooner  o'er 

This  life's  tempeftuous  fea  ; 
Soon  we  fhall  reach  the  peaceful  fhors 
Of  blefs'd  eternity. 


174  PSALMS. 

PSALM     XCI.    ver.    1,-7.      Firft  part. 
Long  Metre. 

Safety  in  public  difeafes  and  dangers. 

I   TTL  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God, 
X  JL   Shall  find  a  moll  fecure  abode  ; 
Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  fhade, 
And  there  at  night  fhall  reft  his  head. 

a  Then  will  I  fay,  "  My  God,  thy  power 
"  Shall  be  my  fortrefs.  and  my  tower  : 
"  I  that  am  form'd  of  feeble  duft 
"  Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  truft." 

3  Thrice  happy  man  !  thy  Maker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler's  fnare ; 
From  Satan's  wiles,  who  ftill  betrays 
Unguarded  fouls  a  thoufand  ways. 

4  Juft  as  a  hen  protects  her  brood, 

From  birds  of  prey  that  feek  their  blood, 
The  Lord  his  faithful  faints  fhall  guard, 
And  endlefs  life  be  their  reward. 

5  If  burning  beams  of  noon  confpire 
To  dart  a  peftilential  fire  ; 

God  is  their  life,  his  wings  are  fpread 
To  fhield  them  with  an  healthful  lhade. 

6  If  vapours  with  malignant  breath 
Rife  thick  and  fcatter  midnight  death. 
Ifrael  is  fafe  :  the  poifon'd  air 
Grows  pure,  if  Ifrael's  God  be  there. 

PAUSE. 

7  What  though  a  thoufand  at  thy  fide, 
Around  thy  path,  ten  thoufand  died, 
Thy  God  his  chofen  people  laves 
Amongft  the  dead,  amidft  the  graves. 

8  So  when  he  lent  his  angel  down 
Tc%make  his  wrath  in  Egypt  known, 
And  flew  their  fons,  his  careful  eye 
Paft  all  the  doors  of  Jacob  by. 

9  But  if  the  fire,  or  plague,  or  fword, 
Receive  commiffion  from  the  Lord, 
To  ft  rike  his  faints  among  the  reft, 
Their  very  pains  and  deaths  are  blefs'd. 


PSALMS.  175 

10  The  fword,  the  peftilence,  or  fire 
Shall  but  fulfil  their  heft  defire ; 
From  fins  and  forrows  fet  them  free, 
And  bring  thy  children,  Lord,  to  thee. 
PSALM     XCI.     ver.  9—16.     Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Protection  from  death,  guard  of  angels,    ■viclory,    and  de- 
liverance. 

1  "V7~E  fons  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 

X     Expos'd  to  ev'ry  fnare, 
Come  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling  place, 
And  try  and  truft  his  care. 

2  No  ill  fhall  enter  where  you  dwell ; 

Or  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 
And  fweep  the  wicked  down  to  hell, 
•'Twill  raife  the  faints  on  high. 

3  He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 

Your  feet  in  all  their  ways ; 

To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  fleep, 

And  guard  your  happy  days. 

4  Their  hands  fhall  bear  you,  left  you  fall 

And  dafh  againft  the  ftones  ; 
Are  they  not  fervants  at  his  call, 

And  fent  t'  attend  his  fons  ? 
j  Adders  and  lions  ye  fhall  tread? 

The  tempter's  wiles  defeat  : 
He  that  hath  bruis'd  the  ferpent's  head 

Puts  him  beneath  your  feet. 

6  "  Becaufe  on  me  they  fet  their  love, 

"  I'll  fave'them,"  faith  the  Lord; 
"  I'll  bear  their  joyful  fouls  above 
"  Deftrudtion  and  the  fword. 

7  "  My  grace  fhall  anfwer  when  they  call, 

"  In  trouble  I'll  be  nigh  : 
"  My  power  fhall  help  them  when  they  fall, 
"  And  raife  them  when  they  die. 
£  "  Thofe  that  on  earth  my  name  have  known, 
"  I  honor  will  in  heav'n  ; 
"  There  my  felvation  fhall  be  fhown, 
"  And  endiefs  life  be  giv'n." 
P  a 


»76  PSALMS. 

PSALM     XCII.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 
A  ff aim  for  the  Lord's  day. 

1    C  w.pET  !3  the  work'  my  G°d>  my  Icing, 

O  To  praife  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  fing-, 

To  fhew  thy  love  by  morning  light, 

And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 
%  Sweet  is  the  day  -of  facred  reft, 

No  mortal  care  fhall  feize  my  breaft, 

Oh  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 

Like  David's  harp  of  folemn  found. 
$  My  heart  fliall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 

And  blefs  his  works,  and  blefs  his  word  ; 

Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  fhine  * 

How  deep  thy  counfels !    how  divine  ! 

4  Fools  never  raife  their  thoughts  fo  high  ; 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die ; 
Like  grafs  they  flourifh,  'till  thy  breath 
Blaft  them  in  everlafting  death. 

5  But  I  fhall  fhare  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  heart, 
And  frefh  fupplies  of  joy  are  fhed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  chear  my  head. 

6  Sin  (my  worft  enemy  before) 

Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more  ; 
My  inward  foes  fhall  all  be  flain, 
Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 

7  Then  fhall  I  fee,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I  defir'd,  or  wifh'd  below  ; 
And  ev'ry  power  find  fweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

PSALM      XCII.  ver.  12,  fcfc     Second  part. 
Long  Metre. 

The  church  is  the  garden  of  God. 

I   T    ORD,  'tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  ftand 
JLi  In  gardens  planted  by  thine  hand; 
Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  ken 
Like  a  young  cedar,  frefh  and  green. 


PSALMS.  17? 

2  There  grow  thy  faints  in  faith  and  love, 
Blefs'd  with  thine  influence  from  above  ; 
Not  Lebanon,  with  all  its  trees, 

Yields  fuch  a  comely  fight  as  thefe. 

3  The  plants  of  grace  fliall  ever  live  ; 
(Nature  decays,  but  grace  muft  thrive) 
Time,  that  doth  all  things  elfe  impair. 
Still  makes  them  flourifh  ftrong  and  fair. 

4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age,  they  fhew 
The  Lord  is  holy,  juft  and  true  ; 
None  that  attend  has  gates  fhall  find 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 

JPSALM  XCII'I.    Fkft  Metre.  As  the  iooth  Pfalra. 

Th-e  eternal  end  the  Jove  reign  God. 

I    JEHOVAH  reigns  :  he  dwells  in  light, 
J    Girded  with  majefty  and  might ; 
The  world  created  by  his  hands 
Still  on  its  firft  foundation  Hands. 

3  But  e'er  this  fpacious  world  was  made, 
Or  had  its  firft  foundation  laid, 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood, 
Thyfelf  the  ever  living  God. 
j  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rife, 
And  aim  their  rage  againft  the  fkies  ; 
Vain  floods,  that  aim  their  rage  fo  high  ! 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

4  Forever  fhall  thy  throne  endure ; 
Thy  promife  ftands  forever  fure  ; 
And  everlafting  holinefs 
Becomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 

PSALM  XCIII.  Second  Metre.  As  the  old  50th  Pfalm. 

I   rT^HE  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high  * 
X     His  robes  of  ftate  are  ftrength  and  majefty ; 
This  wide  creation  rofe  at  his  command, 
Built  by  his  word,  eftabliih'd  by  his  hand, 
Long  flood  his  throne  ere  he  began  creation, 
And  his  own  Godhead  is  the  firm  foundation. 


*78  PSALM  S. 

1  God  is  th'  eternal  king  ;  thy  foes  in  vain 
Raife  their  rebellions  to  confound  thy  reign  ; 
In  vain  the  ftorms,  in  vain  the  floods  arife,  ' 
And  roar,  and  tofs  their  waves  againft  the  Ikies  • 
Foaming  at  heav'n,  they  rage  with  wild  commotion, 
But  heav  n  s  high  arches  fcorn  the  fwelHng  ocean. 

3  Ye  tempefts,  rage  no  more ;  ye  floods,  be  ftill, 
And  thou,  mad  world,  fubmiffive  to  his  will : 
Built  on  his  truth  his  church  mufh  ever  ftand ; 
Firm  are  his  promifes,  and  ftrong  his  hand  : 
See  his  own  fons,  when  they  appear  before  him 
Bow  at  his  footftool,  and  with  fear  adore  him. 

PSALM  XCIII.  Third  Metre.  Astheold  laadPfalm, 

1  rT",HE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

-1     And  royal  ftate  maintains, 
His  head  with  awful  glories  crown'd; 

Array 'd  in  robes  of  light, 

Begirt  with  fov'reign  might, 
And  rays  of  majefty  around. 

2  Upheld  by  thy  commands 
The  world  fecurely  ftands, 

And  Ikies  and  flars  obey  thy  word  ; 

Thy  throne  was  fixt  on  high  ' 

Ere  flars  adorn'd  the  Iky; 
Eternal  is  thy  kingdom,  Lord.' 

3  In  vain  the  noify  croud, 
Like  billows  fierce  and  loud, 

Againft:  thine  empire  rage  and  roar ; 

In  vain  with  angry  fpite 

The  furly  nations  fight, 
And  dafh  like  waves  againft  the  fhore. 

4  Let  floods  and  nations  rage* 
And  all  their  power  engage, 

Let  fwelling  tides  aflault  the  fky ; 

The  terrors  of  thy  frown 

Shall  beat  their  madnefs  down  ; 
Thy  throne  forever  ftands  on  high. 

5  Thy  promifes  are  true, 
Thy  grace  is  never  new, 

There  fixt  thy  church  fhall  ne'er  remove: 


PSALMS.  179 

Thy  faints  with  holy  fear 

Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 

And  fing  thine  everlafting  love. 

Repeat  the  fourth  Jianza  to  complete  the  tune. 

PSALM     XCIV.    ver.  I,  2,  7,-14-     Firft  part. 

Common  Metre: 

Saints  chaffed,  an  J '  f timers  defrayed .;    or,   Infritclive  ajfio- 

flans,. 
T  /^\   GOD  !  to  whom  revenge  belongs, 
V^/   Proclaim  thy  wrath  aloud  ; 
Let  fov'reign  power  redrefs  our  wrongs, 
Let  juftice  fmite  the  proud. 

1  They  fay,  "  The  Lord  nor  fees  nor  hears ;" 
When  will  the  vain  be  wife  ; 
Can  he  he  deaf,  who  form'd  their  ears  ? 
Or  blind  who  made  their  eyes  ? 

3  He  knows  their  impious  thoughts  are  vain, 

And  they  fhall  feel  his  power  : 
His  wrath  fhall  pierce  his  foul  with  pain 
In  fome  furprifing  hour. 

4  But  if  thy  faints  deferve  rebuke, 

Thou  haft  a  gentler  rod ; 
Thy  providence,  thy  facred  book 

Shall  make  them  know  their  God, 

5  Bleft  is  the  man  thy  hands  chaftife, 

And  to  his  duty  draw  ; 
Thy  fcourges  make  thy  children  wife 
When  they  forget  thy  law. 

6  But  God  will  ne'er  caft  off  his  faints, 

Nor  his  own  promife  break  ; 
He  pardons  his  inheritance 

For  their  Redeemers  fake. 
PSALM     XCIV.     ver.  16,-23.     Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 
God  our  fuppcrt  and  comfort ;    or,  Deliverance  from  temp- 
tation and  perf edition. 
I   IT7HO  will  arife  and  plead  my  right 
VV     Againft  my  numerous  foes  ? 
While  earth  and  hell  their  force  unite, 
And  all  my  hopes  oppofe. 


1S0  PSALMS. 

%  Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help, 

Suftain'd  my  fainting  head, 

My  life  had  now  in  filcnce  dwelt, 

My  foul  amongft  the  dead. 

2  "  Alas!  my  Hiding  feet !"  I  cry'd, 

Thy  promife  bore  me  up  ; 

Thy  grace  flood  conftant  by  my  fide, 

And  rais'd  my  finking  hope. 

4  While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 

Within  my  bofom  roll, 
Thy  boundlefs  love  forgives  my  faults, 
Thy  comforts  cheer  my  foul. 

5  Powers  of  iniquity  may  rife, 

And  frame  pernicious  laws  ; 
But  God  my  refuge  rules  the  flcies, 
He  will  defend  my  caufe. 

6  Let  malice  vent  her  rage  aloud, 

Let  bold  blafphemers  feoff; 
The  Lord  our  God  fhall  judge  the  proud, 
And  cut  the  finners  off. 

PSALM     XCV.     Common  Metre. 
A  pfalm  before  prayer. 

1  Q ING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
O  And  in  his  ftrength  rejoice  ; 
When  his  falvation  is  our  theme, 

Exalted  be  our  voice. 

2  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  fight, 

And  pfalms  of  honor  fing ; 
The  Lord  's  a  God  of  boundlefs  might, 
The  whole  creation's  king. 

3  Let  princes  hear,  let  angels  know, 

How  mean  their  natures  feem, 
Thofe  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below 
When  once  compar'd  with  him. 

4  Earth,  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep, 

Lies  in  his  fpacious  hand  ; 
He  fix'd  the  feas  what  bounds  to  keep, 
And  where  the  hills  muft  Hand. 


PSALMS.  181 

5  Come,  and  with  humble  fouls  adore, 
Come,  kneel  before  his  face  ; 

Oh  may  the  creatures  of  his  power 
Be  children  of  his  grace. 

6  Now  is  the  time,  he  bends  his  ear, 
And  waits  for  your  requeft  ; 

Come,  left  he  rouze  his  wrath,  and  fwear, 
"  Ye  fhall  not  fee  my  reft." 

PSALM     XOV.     Short  Metre. 

A  pfalm  before  fermon. 

I    /~10ME,  found  his  praife  abroad, 
KJ  And  hymns  of  glory  fing  : 
Jehovah  is  the  fov'reign  God, 
The  univerfal  king. 

a  He  Form'd  the  deeps  unknown  ; 

He  gave  the  feas  their  bound  ; 
The  watry  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  folid  ground. 

3  Come,  worfhip  at  his  throne, 
Come,  bow  before  the  Lord ; 

We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own  ; 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 

4  To  day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

5  But  if  your  ears  refufe 
The  language  of  his  grace, 

And  hearts  grow  hard,  like  ftubborn  Jews, 
That  unbelieving  race — 

6  The  Lord,  in  vengeance  drefsM, 
Will  lift  his  hand  and  fwear, 

"  You  that  defpife  my  promised  reft, 
"  Shall  have  no  portion  there." 


l8a  PSALMS. 

PSALM    XCV.    ver.i,a,3,6,-n.    Long  Metre. 

Canaan  lof  through  unbelief ';    or,  A  teaming  to  delaying 
fnners. 
I   pOME,  kt  your  voices  join  to  raife 
V><  A  facred  fong  of  folemn  praifc  : 

God  is  a  fov1  reign  King ;  rehearfe 

His  honor  in  exalted  verfe. 
S  Come,  let  our  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 

Who  framM  our  natures  with  his  word 

He  is  our  fliepherd ;  we  the  {heep 

His  mercy  chofe,  his  pafturcs  keep. 

3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day, 
The  couni'els  of  his  love  obey, 
Nor  let  our  hardened  hearts  renew 
The  fins  and  plagues  that  Ifrael  knew. 

4  Ifrael,  that  law  his:  works  of  grace, 
Yet  tempt  their  Maker  to  his  face;' 
A  faithlefs  unbelieving  brood, 
That  tir'd  the  patience  of  their  God. 

5  Thus  faith  the  Lord,  "  How  falfe  thev  prove  J 

"  Forget  my  power,  abufe  my  love ; 

"  Since  they  defpife  ray  reft,  I  fwear, 

"  Their  feet  mail  never  enter  there." 
[6  Look  back,  my  foul,  with  holy  dread, 

And  view  thofe  ancient  rebels  dead ; 

Attend  the  offer'd  grace  to-day, 

Nor  lofe  the  bleffings  by  delay. 
7  Seize  the  kind  promife  while  it  waits, 

And  march  to  Zion's  heavenly  gates  ; 

Believe  and  take  the  promis'd  reft  ; 

Obey,  and  be  forever  blefs'd.]  * 

PSALM   XCVI.  ver.2>ro,fcfY.    Common  Metre 

Ghr'fs.f.rf  and  fecund  coming. 

I  OING  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands, 
O  Ye  tribes  of  every  tongue  ; 
His  new  difcover'd  grace  demand* 
A  new  and  nobler  fong. 


PSALMS.  183 

a  Say  to  the  natiohs,  Jefus  reigns, 
God's  own  almighty  Son  ; 
His  power  the  finking  world  fuftains, 
And  grace  furrounds  his  throne. 

3  Let  heav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 

Joy  through  the  earth  be  feen  ; 
Let  cities  mine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  chearful  green. 

4  The  joyous  earth,  the  bending  fkie* 

His  glorious  train  difplay  ; 
Ye  mountains  fink,  ye  valleys  rife, 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

5  Behold  he  comes,  he  comes  to  blefs 

The  nations  as  their  God  ; 

To  fliew  the  world  his  righteoufnefs, 

And  fend  his  truth  abroad. 

6  His  voice  fhall  raife  the  flumbering  dead* 

And  hid  the  world  draw  near  ; 
But  how  will  guilty  nations  dread 
To  fee  their  Judge  appear ! 

PSALM     XCVII.    As  the  113th  Pfelfib 
The  God  of  the  Gentiles,. 
I   T    ET  all  the  earth  their  voiqes  raife, 
X  j  To  fing  the  choiceft  pfalm  of  praife, 

To  fing  and  blefs  Jehovah's  name  : 
His  glory  let  the  heathens  know, 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  fhow, 

And  all  his  faving  works  proclaim. 

%  The  heathens  know  thy  glory,  Lord, 
The  wond'ring  nations  read  thy  word, 

But  here  Jehovah's  name  is  known  j 
Nor  fhall  our  worfhip  e'er  be  paid 
To  gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made  } 

Our  Maker  is  our  God  alone. 

3  He  fram'd  the  globe,  he  built  the  Iky, 
He  made  the  fhining  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there ; 
His  beams  are  majefty  and  light  ; 
His  beauties  how  divinely  bright  ! 

His  temple  how  divinely  fair  ! 


184  PSALMS. 

4  Come  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
When  earth  fhall  feel  his  faving  power, 

And  barb'rous  nations  fear  his  name  : 
Then  fhall  the  race  of  men  confefs 
The  beauty  cf  his  holinefs, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 
PSALM  XCVII.  ver.  I,— 5.  Firft  part.  Long  Metre. 
Chrifi  rtigHing  in  heaven,   and  coming  to  judgment. 

I   TTE  reigns  ; *he  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns ! 

11   Praife  him  in  evangelic  ftrains  : 

Let  the  whole  earth  in  fongs  rejoice, 

And  diftant  iflands  join  their  voice, 
ft  Deep  are  his  counfels  and  unknown  ; 

But  grace  and  truth  fupport  his  throne  : 

Tho'  gloomy  clouds  his  ways  furround, 

Juftice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo,  he  comes, 

Shakes  the  wide  earth,  and  cleaves  the  tombs  ; 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire, 
The  mountains  melt,  the  leas  retire. 

4  His  enemies,  with  fore  difmay, 

Fly  from  the  fight,  and  fhun  the  day ; 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  faints,  on  high, 
Andfing,  for  your  redemption's  nigh. 

PSALM    XCVII.  ver.    6,-9.    Second   part. 
Long  Metre. 
Cb rift's  incarnation. 
1   r  j'^HE  Lord  is  come  ;  the  heavens  proclaim 
J-     His  birth  ;  the  nations  learn  his  name  ; 
An  unknown  ftar  directs  the  road 
Of  eaftern  fages  to  their  God. 

1  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  fkies, 
Go,  worfhip  where  your  Saviour  lies ; 
Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
Thofe  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below. 

3  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 

And  their  own  worfhippers  confound  j 
But  Zion  fhall  his  glories  fing, 
A»d  earth  *onfe{s  hgr  fgv Veign  king. 


PSALMS.  185 

PSALM.  XCVII.  Third   part.  Long-  Metre. 
Grace  and  glory. 

1  r_T,H'  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high 

X  O'er  all  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  Iky  ; 
Though  clouds  and  darknefs  veil  his  feet, 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy-feat, 

2  O,    ye  that  love  his  holy  name, 
Hate  every  work  of  fin  and  fhame  ; 
He  guards  the  fouls  of  all  his  friends, 
And  from  the  fnares  of  hell  defends. 

3  Immortal  light,  and  joys  unknown, 
Are  for  the  faints  in  darknefs  fown  ; 
Thofe  glorious  feeds  fhall  fpring  and  rife, 
And  the  bright  harveft  blefs  our  eyes. 

4  Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  and  record 
The  facred  honors  of  the  Lord  ; 
None  hut  the  foul  that  feels  his  grace 
Can  triumph  in  his  holinefs. 

PSALM  XCVII.  ver.  3, 5,-7,  n.  Common  Metre. 

CbrijTs  incarnation  and  the  lali  judgment. 
I   T    ET  earth  with  ev'ry  ifie  and  fea 
_Lj   Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns  ; 
His  word  like  fire  prepares  his  way,  . 
And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 

%  His  prefence  finks  the  proudeft  hills, 
And  makes  the  vallies  rife  ; 
The  humble  foul  enjoys  his  fmiles, 
The  haughty  finner  dies. 

5  The  heavens  his  rightful  power  proclaim  ; 

The  idol-gods  around . 
Fill  their  own  worfhippers  with  fhamey 
And  totter  to  the  ground. 

4  Adoring  angels  at  his  birth 

Make  the  Redeemer  known; 

Thus  fhall  he  come  to  judge  the  earth, 

And  angels  guard  his  throne. 

5  His  foes  fhall  tremble  at  his  fight 

And  hills  and  feas  retire  ; 
His  children  take,  their  unknown  flight, 
And  leave  the  world  on  fire. 


s8<*  PSALMS.' 

d  The  feeds  of  joy  and  glory  fown 
For  faints  in  darknefs  here, 
Shall  rife  and  fpring  in  worlds  unknown, 
And  a  rich  harveft  bear. 

PSALM  XCVIII.  Firft  part.  Common  Metre. 

Praifefor  tie  gofpd. 

I  HPO  our  almighty  Maker,  God, 
X     New  honors  be  addrefs'd  ; 
His  great  falvation  fnines  abroad, 
And  makes  the  nations  blefs'd. 
%  To  Abraham  firft  he  fpoke  the  word, 
And  taught  his  numerous  race  ; 
The  Gentiles  own  him  fov'reign  Lord, 
And  learn  to  truft  his  grace. 
5  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim 
With  all  her  different  tongues  ; 
And  fpread  the  honor  of  his  name 
In  melody  and  fongs. 

PSALM     XCVIII.  Second  part.  Common  Metre. 

The  MeJJiah* s  coming  and  kingdom. 

I    TOY  to  the  world — the  Lord  is  come ; 
J    Let  earth  receive  her  King  : 
Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heav'n  and  nature  fing. 

a  Joy  to  the  earth,   the  Saviour  reigns ; 
Let  men  their  fongs  employ. 
While  f  Ids  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plains, 
Repeat  tie  founding  joy. 

3  No  morels  fins  and  forrrvsgrow, 

Nor  thorns  hif'eft  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  bleflings  flow, 
Far  as  the  curfe  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  ^orld  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nitions  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 


PSALMS.  iX7 

?SALM  XCIX.  Firft  part.  Short  Metre. 
Cbrijl's  kingdom   and  majefty. 

I   HPHE  God  Jehovah  reigns, 
JL     Let  all  the  nations  fear  ; 
Let  finners  tremble  at  his  throne, 
And  faints  be  humble  there, 
1  Jefus  the  Saviour  reigns, 

Let  earth  adore  it's  Lord ; 
Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  {land, 
Swift  to  fulfil  his  word. 

3  In  Zion  ftands  his  throne, 

His  honors  are  divine, 
His  church  fhall  make  his  wonders  known^ 
For  the/e  his  glories  fhine, 

4  JHow  holy  is  his  name  ! 

How  terrible  his  praife  ! 
Juftice,  and  truth,  and  judgment  join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

PSALM  XCIX.  Second  part.    Short  Metre 
A  holy  God  ivo?jh?pped  ivlth  reverence, 

I    Tf  XALT  the  Lord  our  God, 
■1  J   And  worfhip  at  his  feet, 
His  nature  is  all  holinefs, 
And  mercy  is  his  feat. 

1    When  Ifreal  was  his  church, 

When  Aaron  was  his  prieffc, 
When  Mofes  cry'd,  when  Samuel  pray'd— ¥ 
He  gave  his  people  reft. 

3  Oft'  he  forgave  their  fins, 

Nor  would  deftroy  their  race  : 
And  oft'  he  made  his  vengeance  know* 
When  they  abus'd  his  grace. 

4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

Whofe  grace  is  ftill  the  fame ; 
Still  he's  a  God  of  holinefs, 
And  jealous  for  his  name. 


'88  PSALMS. 

P  S  A  L  M  C.  Firft  Metre.  A  plain  tranflation. 
Praife  to  our  Creator. 
1   \^E  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 

A       Before  the  Lord  your  fov'reio-n  King  • 
Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice, 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  fing. 
a  The  Lord  is  God  :  'tis  he  alone 

Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give ; 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own  ; 
The  fheep  that  on  his  paftures  live. 

3  Enter  his  gates  with  fongs  of  joy, 

With  praifes  to  his  courts  repair ; 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ 

To  pay  your  thanks  and  honors  there. 

4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind  ; 

Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  fure  ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  fhall  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

P  S  A  L  M  C.  Second  Metre.  A  paraphrafe. 

1  "DEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
±J  Ye  nations,   bow  with  facred  joy  ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone- 
He  can  create,  and  he  deftroy. 

2  His  fov'reign  power,  without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay,  andform'd  us  men  : 
And  when,  like  wandering  fheep,  we  ftray'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 

Our  fouls,   and  all  our  mortal  frame  : 
What  lading  honors  fhall  we  rear, 

Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

4  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  fongs, 

High  as  the  heav'n  our  voices  raife  ; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thoufand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  praife. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 

Vaft  as  eternity  thy  love  !— 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  muft  ftand, 

When  rolling  years  fhall  ceafe  to  move. 


PSALMS.'  189 

PSALM     CI.    Long  Metre. 
The  maglfl  rate's  pfalm. 
I   "iy  TERCY  and  judgment  are  my  fong  ; 

lVJ.  And  fince  they  both  to  thee  belong, 

My  gracious  God,  my  righteous  King, 

To  thee  my  fongs  and  vows  1  bring. 
1  If  I  am  rais'd  to  bear  the  fword, 

I'll  take  my  counfel  from  thy  word ; 

Thy  juftice  and  thy  heav'nly  grace 

Shall  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways. 

3  Let  wifdom  all  my  actions  guide, 
And  let  my  God  with  me  refide  : 

No  wicked  thing  fhall  dwell  with  me, 
Which  may  provoke  thy  jealoufy. 

4  No  fons  of  flander,  rage  and  ftrife 
Shall  be  companions  of  my  life  ; 
The  haughty  look,  the  heart  of  pride 
Within  my  doors  fhall  ne'er  abide. 

[5  I'll  fearch  the  land,  and  raife  the  juft 
To  pofts  of  honor,  wealth  and  truft  : 
The  men  that  work  thy  holy  will 
Shall  be  my  friends  and  fav'rites  ftill.] 

6  In  vain  fhall  finners  hope  to  rife 
By  flattering  or  malicious  lies ; 
Nor,  while  th'  innocent  I  guard, 
Shall  bold  offenders  e'er  be  fpar'd. 

7  The  impious  crew  (that  factious  band) 
Shall  hide  their  heads,-  or  quit  the  land; 
And  all  that  break  the-  public  reft, 
Where  I  have  power,  fhall  be  fuppreft. 

PSALM    CI.    Common  Metre. 
A  pfalm  for  a  mafler  of  a  family. 
I  f\F  juftice  and  of  grace  I  fing, 
\^J  And  pay  my  God  my  vows, 
Thy  grace  and  juftice,  heav'nly  King, 
Teach  me  to  rule  my  houfe. 

%  Now  to  my  tent,  O  God  repair, 
And  make  thy  fervant  wife  ; 
I'll  fuffer  nothing  near  me  there 
That  fhall  offend  thine  ey«s. 


'yu  PSALM  A 

3  The  man    that  doth  his  neighbour  wronR 
T1.    r7  farJfehood  ^  by  W,  * 

n/b    ^  the  flanderoU3  tongue, 
I  11  banilh  from  my  doors. 

4  Hlfeek  the  faithful  and  the  juft, 
T,rAnd^n  their  help  enjoy; 
Thefe  are  the  friends  that  I  mill  trufl, 
The  fervants  I'll  employ. 

5  The  wretch,  that  deals  in  fly  deceit, 
Ti.    J-    ,not  endure  anight: 
llar'\tongue  I  ever  hate, 
And  banifh  from  my  fight. 
4  I'll  purge  my  family  around, 

<5„  n.  I,     make  the  wicked  flee; 

So  fliall  my  houfe  be  ever  found 

A  dwelling  fit  for  thee. 

PSALM    CII •    ve,  x,-I3,  20,  al.    Firft  ^ 
Common  Metre. 
^  /yjjwr  of  the  affliaed. 
I   IJEAR  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face, 
J-  X  But  anfwer  left  I  die  : 
Haft  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grace, 
I  o  hear  when  finners  cry  ? 

*  Like_[^°^  my  wafting  days  depart. 
-.     ™ /hen  ^  diffolves  in  air, 
My  ftrength  is  dried,  my  broken  heart 
Is  linking  in  defpair. 

3  My  fpirits  flag,  like  withering  graft 

Burnt  with  exceflivc  heat  • 
In  fecret  groans  my  minutes  pafs, 
/ind  I  forget  to  eat. 

4  As  on  fome  lonely  building's  top 

1  he  fparrow  tells  her  moan, 
Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope 
I  lit  and  grieve  alone. 
J  My  loul  is  like  a  wildernefs, 

wu   Wh^erhe^  of  midnight  howl  ; 
Where  the  fad  raven  finds  her  place, 
And  where  the  teaming  owl. 


PSALMS.  191 

6  Dark  difmal  thoughts  and  boding  fears 

Dwell  in  my  troubled  breaft  ; 
While  fharp  reproaches  wound  my  ears, 
Nor  give  my  fpirit  reft. 

7  My  cup  is  mingled  with  my  woes, 

And  tears  are  my  repaft  ; 
My  daily  bread,  like  afhes,  grows 
Unpleafant  to  my  tafte. 

8  Senfe  can  afford  no  real  joy 

To  fouls  that  feel  thy  frown  ; 

Lord,  'twas  thy  hand  advanced  me  high, 

Thy  hand  hath  caft  nae  down. 

9  My  looks  like  withered  leaves  appear ; 

And  life's  declining  light 
Grows  faint,  as  evening  fhadows  are, 
That  vanifh  into  night. 

10  But  thou  forever  art  the  fame0 

O  my  eternal  God ; 
Ages  to  come  fhall  know  thy  name, 
And  fpread  thy  works  abroad. 

1 1  Thou  wilt  arife,  and  fhew  thy  face, 

Nor  will  my  Lord  delay, 
Beyond  th'  appointed  hour  of,  grace, 
That  long  expected  day. 

I  %  He  hears  his  faints,  he  knows  their  cry, 
And,  by  myflerious  ways, 
Redeems  the  pris'ners,  doom'd  to  die, 
And  fills  their  tongues  with  praife. 

PSALM  CII.     ver.  13, — 21.     Second  part. 

Common  Metre. 

Prayer  beard,  and  Zion  rejlored. 

I    T    ET  Zion  and  her  fons  rejoice — 
I  j   Behold  the  promised  hour  : 
Her  God  hsth  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t'  exalt  his  power. 

2.  Her  dull  and  ruins  that  remain, 
Are  precious  in  our  eyes  ; 
Thofe  ruins  fhall  be  built  again, 
And  all  that  dull  fhall  rife. 


*9*  PSALMS, 

3  The  Lord  will  raife  Jerufalem, 

And  fland  in  glory  there  • 
Nations  fhall  bow^efore  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  He  fits  a  fov'reign  on  his  throne, 

With  pity  in  his  eyes  : 
He  hears  the  dying  prisoners  groan, 
And  fees  their  fighs  arife. 

5  He  frees  the  fouls  condem'd  to  death, 

And,  when  his  faints  complain, 
It  fhaVt  be  faid,  "  that  praying  breath 
"  Was  ever  fpent  in  vain." 

6  This  fhall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 

And  left  on  long  record  ; 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  truft,  and  praife  the  Lord. 
PSALM  CH.  ver.  ae,— 28.  Third  part.  Long  Metre. 

Man's  mortality,  and  Cbrijl's  eternity  ;   or,  Saints  die 
but  Chrijl  and  the   Church  live. 

1  TT  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand 

A   Weakens  our  ftrength  amidft  the  race  ; 
Difeafe  and  death  at  his  command 

Arreft  us,  and  cut  fhort  our  days. 

2  Spare  us,  O  Lord,  aloud  we  pray, 

Nor  let  our  fun  go  down  at  noon ; 
Thy  years  are  one  eternal  day, 

And  muft  thy  children  die  fo  foon. 

3  Yet,  in  the  midft  of  death  and  grief, 

This  thought  our  forrow  fhall  afTuage ; 
"  Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  live  ; 

"  Chrift  is  the  fame  through  every  age/5 

4  'Twas  he  this  earth's  foundation  laid  ; 

Hcav'n  is  the  building  of  his  hand ; 

This  earth  grows  old,  thefe  heav  ns  fhall  fade-, 

And  all  be  chang'd  at  his  command. 

5  The  ftarry  curtains  of  the  fky, 

Like  garments,  fhall  be  laid  afule  ; 
But  ftill  thy  throne  Hands  firm  and  high  ; 
Thy  church  forever  muft  abide. 


PSALMS.  193 

6  Before  thy  face  thy  church  fhall  live  ; 

And  on  thy  throne  thy  children  reign  ; 
This  dying  world  fhall  they  furvive, 

And  the  dead  faints  be  rais'd  again. 

PSALM  CIIL  ver.  1,-7.  Firft  part.  Long  Metre. 
Biejfmg  God  for  his  goodnefs  to  foul  and  body. 
(LESS,  O  my  foul,  the  living  God, 


BJ 


Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad, 
Let  all  the  powers  within  me  join 
In  work  and  worfhip  fo  divine. 

%  Blefs,  O  my  foul,  the  God  of  grace  ; 
His  favours  claim  die  higheft  praife  ; 
Why  fhould  ungrateful  filence  hide 
The  bleffings  which  his  hands  provide. 

3  'Tis  he,  my  foul,  that  fent  his  Son 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  haft  done  : 
He  owns  the  ranfom,    and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals, 

And  cures  the  pains  that  nature  feels — 
Redeems  the  foul  from  hell,  and  faves 
Our  wafting  life  from  threatening  grave*. 

5  Our  youth  decay'd  his  power  repairs  ; 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years  ; 
He  fills  our  ftore  with  every  good, 
And  feeds  our  fouls  with  heavenly  food. 

6  He  fees  th*  oppreffor  and  th"  oppreft, 
And  often  gives  the  fuff 'rer  reft  : 
But  will  his  juftice  more  difplay 

In  the  laft  great  rewarding  day. 

[7  His  power  he  fhew'd  by  Mofes'  hands, 
And  gave  to  Ifrael  his  commands  ; 
But  fent  his  truth  and  mercy  down 
To  all  the  nations  by  his  fon.] 

§  Let  the  whole  earth  his  power  confefs— 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace  ; 
The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  fhall  join 
fa  work  and  worfhip  fo  divine. 


I04  PSALM  S. 

PSALM  CIII.  Second  part.  Long  Metre. 
God's  gentle  chajlifement ;    or,   His  tender  mercy  to  hit 
people. 
1   '"T^1^  Ij°r<^>  ftow  wondrous  are  his  ways  ! 
X     How  firm  his  truth!   how  large  his  grace! 
He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 
And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known. 
1  Not  half  fo  high  his  power  hath  fpread 
The  ftarry  heav'ns  above  our  head, 
As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praife, 
Exceeds  the  higheft  hopes  we  raife. 

3  Not  half  fo  far  hath  nature  plac'd 
The  rifing  morning  from  the  weft,. 
As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  thofe  he  loves. 

4  How  flow  his  awful  wrath  to  rife  ! 
On  fwifter  wings  falvation  flies  ; 
And  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 
How  foon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn  ! 

.5  Amidfl  his  wrath  compafliori  fhines  ; 
His  ftrokes  are  lighter  than  our  fins  : 
And,  while  his  rod  corrects  his  faints, 
His  ear  indulges  their  complaints. 

6  So  fathers  their  young  fons  chaftife, 
With  gentle  hands  and  melting  eyes ; 
The  children  weep  beneath   the  fmart. 
And  move  the  pity  of  their  heart. 

Pause. 

7  The  mighty  God,  the  wife  and  juft, 
Knows  that  our  frame  is  feeble  duft  ; 
And  will  no  heavy  loads  impofe  m 
Beyond  the  ftrength  that  he  beftows. 

3  He  knows  how  foon  our  nature  dies, 

Blaiied  by  every  wind  that   flies  ; 

Like  grafs  we  fpring,  and  die  as  foon, 

Or  morning  flowers  that  fade  at  noon. 
9  But  his  eternal  love  is  fure 

To  all  the  faints,  and  fhall  endure ; 

From  age  to  age  his  truth  fhall  reign, 

Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 


PSALMS.  195 

PSALM  CIII.  ver.  1,-7.  Firft  part.  Short  Metre. 
Praife  for  fpiritual  and  temporal  mercies. 


o 


H  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul ! 
Let  all  within  me  join 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  blefs  his  name, 
Whofe  faroursare  divine. 


a  Oh  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul  i 
Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulnefs, 
And  without  praifes  die. 

3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  fins, 

'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 
'Tis  he  that  heals  thy  ficknefies, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ranfom'd  from  the  grave  ; 
He  that  redeem' d  my  foul  from  hell 
Hath  fov'reign  power  to  fave. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good ; 

He  gives  the  fufPrers  reft  ; 
The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 
And  juftice  for  th'  oppreft, 

6  His  wondrous  works  and  ways 

He  made  by  Mofes  known  ; 
But  fent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  fon. 

PSALM  CHI.  ver.  8—18.  Second  part.  Short  Metre. 

Abounding  compajfion   of  God  ;   or,  Mercy  in   the   midji  <^f 
judgment.' 

I  "TVyTY  foul,  repeat  his  praife» 
_LVJL  Whofe  mercies  are  fo  great  ; 
Whofe  anger  are  fo  flow  to  rife, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

Z  God  will  not  always  chide, 

And,  when  his  ftrokes  are  felt, 
His  ftrokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 
R 


*9&  PSALMS. 

Z  High  as  the  heav'ns  are  rais'd 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 

Our  higheft  thoughts  exceed. 

4  His  power  fubdues  our  fins, 

And  his  forgiving  love, 
'     Par  as  the  eaft  is  from  the  weft, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

5  The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  thofe  that  fear  his  name, 
Is  fuch  as  tender  parents  feel — 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

6  He  knows  we  are  but  duft, 

Scatter'd  with  every  breath  : 
His  anger  like  a  rifmg  wind 

Can  fend  us  fwift  to  death. 
•?  Our  days  are  as  the  grafs, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower  ! 
If  one  fharp  blaft  fweep  o'er  the  field, 

It  withers  in  an  hour. 
.8  But  thy  compaflion*,   Lord, 

To  endiefs  years  endure  ; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 

Thy  words  of  promife  fure. 

PSALM  CIII.  ver.  19,-22.  Third  part. 
Short  Metre. 

Cod's  univerfal  dominion  ;    or,  Angels  praife  th  Lord. 
I   r~pHE  Lord,  the  fov'reign  king, 
.1      Hath  fiVd  his  throne  on  high, 
O'er  all  the  heavenly  world  he  rules, 
And  all  beneath  the  Iky. 
a  Ye  angels,  great  in  might, 

And  fwift  to  do  his  will, 
Elefs  ye  the  Lord,  whofe  voice  ye  hear, 
Whofe  pleafure  ye  fulfil. 
3  Let  the  bright  hofts,  who  wait 
The  orders  of  their  king, 
And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray, 
Join  La  the  pratfe  they  fing. 


PSALMS.  T97 

4  While  all  his  wondrous  works, 

Through  his  vaft  kingdom,  fiiew 
Their  Maker's  glory,  thou,   my  foul, 
Shall  fing  his  graces  too. 

PSALM     CIV. 
The  glory  of  Cod  in  Creation  and  Provrdente. 

1  "|\  T Y  foul,    thy  great  Creator  praife  ; 
J-VjL  When  clothed  in  his  celeftial  rays, 
He  in  full  majefty  appears, 

And  like  a  robe  his  glory  wears. 

Note,  This  Pfalm  may  be  Jung  to  the  tune  of  the  "old 
II %th  or  liijtb  pfalm,  by  adding  thefe  tivo  lines  to  every 
fanza — viz. 

"  Great  is  the  Lord !  what  tongue  can  frame 
"  An  equal  honor  to  his  name  !" 

Other-wife  it  mujl  be  fung  as  the  IOO  pfalm. 

2  The  heav'ns  are  for  his  curtains  fpread  ; 
Th'  unfathom'd  deep  he  makes  his  bed ; 
Clouds  are  his  chariot,  when  he  flies 
On  winged  ftorms  acrofs  the  Ikies. 

2  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  infpires, 
His  minifters  are  flaming  fires  ; 
And  fwift  as  thought  their  armies  move 
To  bear  his  vengeance  or  his  love. 

4  The  world's  foundation  by  his  hand 
Is  pois'd,  and  mall  forever  Hand  ; 
He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 
Left  it  fhould  drown  the  earth  again. 

5  When  earth  was  covered  with  the  flood, 
Which  high  above  the  mountains  ftood, 
He  thundered,  and  the  ocean  fled, 
Confin'd  to  its  appointed  bed. 

6  The  fwelling  billows  know  their  bound, 
And  in  their  channels  walk  their  round ; 
Refreihing  ftreams,  by  fecret  veins, 
Break  from  the  hills  and  drench  the  plains, 

7  He  bids  the  chryftial  fountains  flow, 
And  cheer  the  valleys  as  they  go  ; 
There  gentle  herds  their  thirft  allay, 
And  for  the  ftream  wild  afles  bray. 


*9*  PSALMS. 

8  From  pleafant  trees,  which  fhade  the  brink, 
The  lark  and  linnet  light  to  drink ; 

Their  fongs  the  lark  and  linnet  raife, 
And  chide  our  filenct  in  his  praife. 

PAUSE   thefirft. 

9  God,   from  his  cloudy  cittern,  pours 
On  the  parch'd  earth  enriching  fhowers  ; 
The  grove,  the  garden,  and  the  field 

A  thoufand  joyful  bleffings  yield. 

10  He  makes  the  graffy  food  arife, 
And  gives  the  cattle  large  fupplies  ; 
With  herbs  for  man,   of  various  power, 
To  nourifh  nature,  or  to  cure. 

11  What  noble  fruit  the  vines  produce  ! 
The  olive  yields  a  pleafmg  juice  ; 

Our  hearts  are  cheer'd  with  gen'rous  wine, 
His  gifts  proclaim  his  love  divine. 

12  His  bounteous  hands  our  table  fpread, 
He  fills  our  cheerful  ftores  with  bread ; 
While  food  our  vital  ftrength  imparts, 
Let  daily  praife  infpire  our  hearts. 

PAUSE  thefecond. 

13  Behold  the  ftately  cedar  ftand, 
Rais'd  in  the  foreft  by  his  hands  ; 
Birds  to  the  boughs  for  fhelter  fly, 
And  build  their  neft s  fecure  on  high. 

14  To  craggy  hills  afcends  the  goat  ? 
And  at  the  airy  mountain's  foot 

The  feebler  creatures  make  their  cell- 
He  gives  them  wifdom  where  to  dwell. 

Ij  He  fets  the  fun  his  circling  race, 

Appoints  the  moon  to  change  her  face  : 
And,   when  thick  darknefs  veils  the  day, 
Calls  out  wild  beafts  to  hunt  their  prey. 

1 6  Fierce  lions  lead  their  young  abroad, 
And  roaring  afk  their  meat  from  God  ; 
But  when  the  morning  beams  arife, 
The  favage  beau:  to  covert  flies. 


PSALMS.  199 

17  Then  man  to  daily  labour  goes; 
The  night  was  made  for  his  repofe  ; 
Sleep  is  thy  gift,  that  fweet  relief 
From  tirefcme  toil  and  wafting  grief. 

18  How  ftrange  thy  works  !  how  great  thy  fkill  J 
While  ev'ry  land  thy  riches  fill ; 

Thy  wifdom  round  the  world  we  fee, 
This  fpacious  earth  is  full  of  thee. 

19  Nor  lefs  thy  glories  in  the  deep, 
Where  fifh  in  millions  fwim  and  creep, 
With  wondrous  motions,  fwift  or  flow, 
Still  wand' ring  in  the  paths  below. 

20  There  {hips-  divide  their  wat'ry  way, 
And  flocks  of  fcaly  monfters  play  ! 
The  huge  leviathan  refides, 

And,  fearlefs,  fport,  amid  the  tides. 

PAUSE   the  third. 
2,1  Vaft  are  thy  works,   almighty  Lord, 
All  nature  refts  upon  thy  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  ftands 
Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  hands. 

22  While  each  receives  his  diff'rent  food, 
Their  cheerful  looks  pronounce  it  good  : 
Eagles  and  bears,  and  whales  and  worms, 
Rejoice  and  praife  in  diff'rent  forms. 

23  But  when  thou  hid'fh  thy  face,  they  mourn, 
And,    dying,  to  their  duft  return  : 

Both  man  and  beaft  their  fouls  refign  ; 
Life,,  breath,  and  fpirit,  all  are  thine. 

24  Yet  thou  canft  breathe  on  duft  again, 
And  fill  the  world  with  beafts  and  men  ; 
A  word  of  thy  creating  breath 
Repairs  the  waftes  of  time  and  death. 

25  His  works,  the  wonders  of  his  might, 
Are  honor'd  with  his  own  delight  : 
How  awful  are  his  glorious  ways  ! 
The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praife. 

26  The  earth  ftands  trembling  at  thy  ftroke, 
And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  fmoke  ; 
Yet  humble  fouls  may  fee  thy  face, 
And  tell  their  wants  to  fov'reign  grace, 

R  a 


200  PSAL  M  S. 

27  In  thee  my  hopes  and  wifhes  meet, 

And  makes  my  meditations  fwcet  ; 

Thy  praifes  fhall  my  breath  employ, 

Till  it  expire  in  cndlefs  joy. 
a  8  While  haughty  people  die  accurft, 

Their  glory  bury'd  with  their  duft, 

I  to  my  God,  my  heav'nly  Kin?, 

Immortal  hallelujahs  fing. 

PSALM    CV.  Abridged.  Common  Metre. 
God's  condua  to  If  reel,  and  the  plagues  of  Egypt. 

1  OrlEihankstoGod'  inv°kehis  name, 
VT  And  tell  the  world  his  grace  ; 
Sound  through  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame 

That  all  may  feek  his  face. 

2  His  covenant  which  he  kept  in  mind 

For  num'rous  ages  pail, 
To  num'rous  ages  yet  behind 
In  equal  force  fhall  laft. 

3  He  fware  to  Abra'm  and  his  feed, 

And  made  the  bleflingfurc  :' 
Gentiles  the  ancient  promife  read, 
And  find  his  truth  endure. 

4  "  Thy  feed  mall  make  all  nations  blefs'd ; 

(Said  the  Almighty  voice) 
"  And  Canaan's  land  fliall  be  thy  reft, 
"  The  type  of  heav'nly  joys." 
[j  How  large  the  grant !  how  rich  the  grace ! 
1  o  give  them  Canaan's  land, 
When  they  were  ftrangers  in  the  place, 
A  fmall  and  feeble  band  ! 
9  Like  pilgrims  through  the  countries  round 
Securely  they  remov'd ; 
Arid  haughty  kings,  that  on  them  frown'd, 
Severely  he  reprov'd. 
7  "  Touch  mine  anointed,  and  mine  arm 
"  Shall  foon  avenge  the  wrong  ? 
"  The  man,  that  does  my  prophets  harm, 
"  Shall  know,  their  God  is  flrong. 


PSALMS.  4or 

8  "  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

"  Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  : 
u  Ifrael  muft  live  through  ev'ry  age, 
"  And  be  th'  Almighty's  care."] 

PAUSE    the  firft. 

9  When  Pharaoh  dar'd  to  vex  the  faints, 

And  thus  provok'd  their  God, 

Mofes  was  fent,  at  their  complaints, 

Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  rod. 

10  He  calPd  for  darknefs,  darknefs  came 

Like  an  o'erwhelming  flood  : 
Ke  turn'd  each  lake,  and  ev'ry  ftream 
To  lakes  and  ftreams  of  blood. 

1 1  He  gave  the  fign  and  noifome  flies 

Through  the  whole  country  fpread  ; 
And  frogs,  in  baleful  armies,  rife 
About  the  monarch's  bed. 

IZ  Through  fields,  and  towns,  and  palaces, 
The  tenfold  vengeance  flew  : 
Locufts  in  fwarms  devour'd  their  trees, 
And  hail  their  cattle  flew. 

rj;  Then,  by  an  angel's  midnight  ftroke, 
The  flow'r  of  Egypt  died ; 
The  ftrength  of  ev'ry  houfe  he  broke, 
Their  glory  and  their  pride. 

14  "■  Now  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

"  Nor  put  the  church  in  fear; 
"  Ifrael  muft  live  through  ev'ry  age, 
"•  And  be  the  Almighty's  care/* 

P  A  U  S  E  the  fecond. 

15  Thus  were  the  tribes  from  bondage  freed, 

And  left  the  hated  ground  ; 
Rich  with  Egyptian  fpoils  they  fled, 
Nor  was  one  feeble  found. 

16  The  Lord  himfelf  chofe  out  their  way, 

And  mark'd  their  journeys  right. 
Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A  fiery  guide  by  night. 


3o*  PSALM  S. 

17  They  thirft;  and  waters  from  the  rock 

In  rich  abundance  flow, 
And  foljjwing  ftill  the  courfe  they  took, 
Ran  all  the  defert  through. 

18  O  wondrous  lire  am  !  O  blotted  type 

Of  ever-flowing-  grace  ! 
So  Chrift  our  rock  maintains  our  life 
And  aids  our  wand'ring  race. 

19  Thus  guarded  by  th'  Almighty  hand, 

The  chofen  tribes  poffefs'd 
Canaan  the  rich,  the  promised  land, 
And  there  enjoy'd  their  reft. 
no  "  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 
"  The  church  renounce  her  fear ; 
"  Ifrael  muft  live  through  ev'ry  age, 
"  And  be  th'  Almighty's  care/' 

PSALM   CVT.  ver.  1,-5.  Firftpart.  Long  Metrc^ 
Praife  to  God ;    or,    Communication  ivith  faints. 

1  HPO  God  the  great,  the  ever  blefs'd, 

X     Let  fongs  of  honor  be  ade'refs'd ; 
His  mercy  firm  for  ever  frauds  ; 
Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 

2  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  ? 
Who  ftiall  fulfil  thy  boundlefs  praife  ? 
Blefs'd  are  the  fouls  that  fear  thee  ftill, 
And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 

3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacob's  race,  thy  chofen  feed  : 
And  with  the  fame  falvation  blefs 
The  meaneft  fuppliant  of  thy  grace. 

4  O  may  I  fee  thy  tribes  rejoice, 

And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice  ! 
This  is  my  glory,  Lord,  to  be 
Join'd  to  thy  faints,  and  near  to  thee. 


PSALMS.  303 

PSALM  CVI.  ver.  7,  8,  12,-14,  43,-48. 
Second  part.    Short  Metre. 

Jfrael  p unified  and  pardoned  ;    or,    God's  unchangeable 
love. 

I    /^N  OD  of  eternal  love, 

VJT  How  fickle  are  our  ways ! 
And  yet  how  oft  did  Ifrael  prove 
Thy  conftancy  of  grace ! 

a  They  faw  thy  wonders  wrought, 

And  then  thy  praife  they  fung  ; 
But  foon  thy  works  of  pow'r  forgot, 

And  murmur'd  with  their  tongue. 

3  Now  they  believe  his  word, 

While  rocks  with  rivers  flow  ; 
Now  with  their  lufts  provoke  the  Lord, 
And  he  redue'd  them  low. 

4  Yet  when  they  moarn'd  their  faults, 

He  hearken' d  to  their  groans, 
Erought  his  own  covenant  to  his  thoughts, 
And  call'd  them  ftill  his  ions. 

5  Their  names  were  in  his  hook, 

He  fav'd  them  from  their  foes  : 
Oft  he  chaftis'd,  but  ne'er  forfook 
The  people  that  he  chofe. 

6  Let  Ifrael  blefs  the  Lord, 

Who  lov'd  their  ancient  race ; 
And  Chriftians  join  the  folemn  word 
Amen>  to  all  the  praife. 

PSALM  CVII.  Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 
Ifrael  led  to  Canaan^  and  Chvijlicns  to  heaven. 
I   /^NIVE  thanks  to  God;  he  reigns  above; 
VJT  Kind  are  his  thoughts,  his  name  is  love  ; 
His  mercy  ages  paft  have  known, 
And  ages  long  to  come  fhall  own. 

a  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record  ; 
Ifrael  the  nation  whom  he  chofe, 
And  refcu'd  from  their  mighty  foes. 


a°4  PSALM  S. 

[3  When  God's  own  arm  their  fetters  broke, 
And  freed  them  from  th'  Egyptian  yoke, 
They  traced  the  defer?,  wand'ring  round* 
A  wild  and  folitary  ground. 

4  There  they  could  find  no  leading  road, 
Nor  city  for  their  hVd  abode  : 

Nor  food,  nor  fountain  to  affuage 
Their  burning  thirft,  or  hunger's  rage.] 

5  In  their  diftrefs  to  God  they  cry'd, 
God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  guide  ; 
He  led  their  wand'ring  march  around, 

And  brought  their  tribes  to  Canaan's  ground. 

6  Thus,  when  our  firft  releafe  we  gain 
From  fin's  old  yoke  and  fatan's  chain, 
We  have  this  defert  world  to  pafs, 

A  dang'rous  and  a  tirefome  place. 

7  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way, 
He  guides  our  footfteps  left  we  ftray, 
He  guards  us  with  a  powerful  hand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heav'nly  land. 

3  O  let  the  faints  with  joy  record 
The  truth  and  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works !   how  kind  his  ways  ! 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

PSALM  CVII,  Second  part.  Long  Metre. 

Corre&ion  for  Jin,  and  releafe  by  prayer. 

1  T7ROM  aSe  t0  a£e  exalt  his  name, 
X     God  and  his  grace  are  ftill  the  fame  ; 
He  fills  the  hungry  foul  with  food, 
And  feeds  the  poor  with  ev'ry  good. 

a  But  if  their  hearts  rebel,  and  rife 
Againft  the  God  who  rules  the  Ikies, 
If  they  reject  his  heav'nly  -word, 
And  flight  the  counfels  of  the  Lord. 

3  He'll  bring  their  fpirits  to  the  ground, 
And  no  deliv'rer  fhall  be  found  ; 
Laden  with  grief,  they  wafte  their  breath 
In  darknefs,  and  the  fliades  of  death. 


PSALMS.  205 

4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  crie«, 
He  makes  the  dawning  light  arife, 
And  fcatters  all  that  difmal  made, 
That  hung  fo  heavy  round  their  head, 

5  He  cuts  the  bars  of  brafs  in  two, 
And  lets  the  fmiling  pris'ners  through  ; 
Takes  oil  the  load  of  guilt  and  grief, 
And  gives  the  lab'ring  foul  relief. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord ! 
How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways  ! 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

PSALM  CVII.  Third  part.  Common  Metre. 

Intemperance  f  unified  and  pardoned  ;    or,  A  pf aim  fir  the. 
glutton  and  the  drunkard. 

I  T7AIN  man,  on  foolifh  pleafures  bent, 
V     Prepares  for  his  own  punifhment ; 
What  pains,  what  loathfome  maladies, 
From  luxury  and  luft  arife  ! 

a  The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  wafte, 

Yet  drowns  his  health  to  pleafe  his  tafte  ;      . 
Till  all  his  active  pow'rs  are  loft, 
And  fainting  life  draws  near  the  duft. 

3  The  glutton  groans,  and  loaths  to  eat, 
His  foul  abhors  delicious  meat ; 
Nature,  with  heavy  loads  opprefs'd, 
Would  yield  to  death  to  be  releas'd. 

4  Then  .how  the  frighten'd  finners  fly 
To  God  for  help  with  earneft  cry  ! 

He  hears  their  groans,  prolongs  their  breath, 
And  faves  them  from  approaching  death. 

5  No  medicines  could  affect  the  cure 
So  quick,  fo  eafy,  or  fo  fure  : 
The  deadly  fentence  God  repeals, 

He  fends  his  fov'reign  word  and  heals. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  i 
And  let  their  thankful  off 'ring  prove 
How  they  adore  their  Maker's  loye. 


*o6  PSALM  S. 

PSALM  CVII.    Fourth  part.     Long  Metre, 

Deliverance  from  forms  and  fiipivrecks  ;   or,    The  fa- 
man's  Jong. 

I  TTTOULD  you  behold  the  works  of  God, 
VV     His  wonders  in  the  world  abroad  ? 
With  the  bold  mariner  furvejr 
The  unknown  regions  of  the  fea. 

1  They  leave  their  native  fhores  behind, 
And  feize  the  favour  of  the  wind  ; 
Till  God  command,  and  tempeft  rife 
That  heave  the  ocean  to  the  Ikies. 

3  Now  to  the  heav'ns  they  mount  amain* 
Now  fink  to  dreadful  deeps  again  ; 
What  ftrange  affrights  young  failors  feel, 
And  like  a  ftagg'ring  drunkard  reel  ! 

4  When  land  is  far,   and  death  is  nigh, 
Loft  to  all  hope,  to  God  they  cry  : 
His  mercy  hears  their  loud  addrefs, 
And  fends  falvation  in  diftrefs. 

5  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  afluagc, 
And  ftormy  tempefts  ceafe  to  rage  ; 
The  gladfome  train  their  fears  give  o'er. 
And  hail  with  joy  their  native  more. 

6  O  may  the  fonsof  men  record 

The  wondrous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
Let  them  their  private  offerings  bring, 
And  in  the  church  his  glory  ling. 

PSALM     CVII.  Fourth  part.  Common  Metre, 
the  mariner' 's  pfalm. 

1   r  I  'HY  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord, 
X     That  rule  the  boifterous  fea, 
The  fons  of  courage  fliall  record, 

Who  tempt  that  dang'rous  waj% 

a  At  thy  command  the  winds  arife, 

And  fwell  the  tow'ring  waves  ; 
The  men  aftoniih'd,  mount  the  Ikies, 
And  link  ia  gaping  graves. 


PSALMS.  207 

[3  Again  they  climb  the  wat'ry  hills, 
And  plunge  in  deeps  again  : 
Each  like  a  tott'ring  drunkard  reels, 
And  finds  his  courage  vain. 

4  Frighted  to  hear  the  tempeft  roar, 

They  pant  with  fiutt'ring  breath, 
And,  hopelefs  of  the  diitant  fhore, 
Exp  eel  immediate  death.] 

5  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries, 

He  hears  the  loud  requeft, 

And  orders  filence  through  the  Ikies, 

And  lays  the  floods  to  reft. 

6  Sailors  rejoice  to  lofe  their  fears, 

And  fee  the  ftorm  allay'd  : 
Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears ; 
There  let  their  vows  be  paid. 

7  'Tis  God  that  brings  them  fafe  to  land ; 

Let  ftupid  mortals  know, 
That  waves  are  under  his  command, 
And  all  the  winds  that  blow. 

8  Oh  that  the  fons  of  men  would  praifc 

The  goodnefs  of  the  Lord ! 
And  thofe  that  fee  thy  wondrous  ways 
Thy  wondrous  love  record, 

PSALM     CVII.     Laft  part.     Long  Metre. 
Colonies  planted;    or,   Nations  blejfed  and  punijhed. 

I   TTTHEN  God,  provok'd  with  daring  crimes, 
W     Scourges  the  madnefs  of  the  times, 
He  turns  their  fields  to  barren  fand, 
And  dries  the  rivers  from  the  land. 

%  His  word  can  raife  the  fprings  again, 
And  make  the  wither'd  mountains  green, 
Send  fhow'ry  bleffings  from  the  ikies, 
And  harvefts  in  the  defert  rife. 

[3  Where  nothing  dwelt  but  beafts  of  prey, 
Or  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they, 
He  bids  th'  opprefs'd  and  poor  repair, 
And  builds  them  towns  and  cities  there, 
S 


ao8  PSALMS. 

4  They  fow  the  fields,  and  trees  they  plant, 
Whofe  yearly  fruit  fupplies  their  want  : 
Their  race  grov/s  up  from  fruitful  flocks, 
Their  wealth  increafes  with  their  flocks. 

5  Thus  they  are  bleiVd ;  but  if  they  fin, 
He  lets  the  heathen  nations  in  ; 

A  favage  crew  invades  their  lands, 
Their  princes  die  by  barb'rous  hands. 

6  Their  captive  fons,  expos' d  to  fcorn, 
Wander  unpity'd  and  forlorn  : 

The  country  lies  unfenc'd,  untill'd, 
And  defolation  fpreads  the  field. 

7  Yet  if  the  humbled  nation  mourns, 
Again  his  dreadful  hands  he  turns  ; 
Again  he  makes  their  cities  thrive, 
And  bids  the  dying  churches  live.] 

S  The  righteous  with  a  joyful  fenfe, 
Admire  the  works  of  Providence  ; 
And  tongues  of  atheifts  fhall  no  more 
Blafpheme  the  God  that  faints  adore. 

9  How  few  with  pious  care  record 
Thefe  wondrous  dealings  of  the  Lord  I 
But  wife  obfervers  ftill  fhall  find 
The  Lord  is  holy,  juft  and  kind. 

PSALM     CVTII.     Common  Metre. 

A  Jong  of  praift. 

I      A   WAKE,  my  foul,  to  found  his  praifc, 
Jl\-.   Awake  my  harp  to  ling; 
Join  all  my  powers  the  fong  to  raifc, 
And  morning  incenfc  bring. 

a  Among  the  people  of  his  care, 

And  thro'  the  nations  round ; 
Glad  fongs  of  praife  will  I  prepare, 
And  there  his  name  relbund. 

£  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 
Above  the  ftarry  train ; 
Diffufe  thy  heav'nly  grace  abroad, 
And  teach  the  world  thy  reign. 


rG 


PSALMS.  109 

4  So  fhall  thy  chofen  fons  rejoice, 

And  throng  thy  courts  ahove  ; 
While  fmners  hear  thy  pardoning  voice, 
And  tafte  redeeming  love. 

PSALM  CIX.  ver.  I, — 5,  31.    Common  Metre. 
Love  to  enemies  from  the  example  of  Chrijf. 

OD  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife, 
Thy  glory  is  my  fong  ; 
Tho'  Tinners  fpeak  againft  thy  grace 
With  a  blafpheming  tongue. 

a  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man 
Thy  fon  on  earth  was  found, 
With  cruel  (landers,  falfe  and  vain, 
They  compafs'd  him  around. 

3  Their  mis'ries  his  companion  move, 

Their  peace  he  ftill  purfu'd ; 
They  render  hatred  for  his  love, 
And  evil  for  his  good. 

4  Their  malice  rag'd  without  a  caufe, 

Yet  with  his  dying  breath 
He  pray'd  for  murd'rers  on  his  crofs, 
And  blefs'd  his  foes  in  death. 

5.  Lord,  fhall  thy  bright  example  fhine 
In  vain  before  my  eyes; 
Give  me  a  foul  akin  to  thine, 
To  love  mine  enemies. 

6  The  Lord  fhall  on  my  fide  engage, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  name 
I  fhall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage, 
Who  flander  and  condemn. 

PSALM     CX.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 

Chrifl  exalted,  and  multitudes   converted ;     or,     The  fuceeft 
of   the  gofpel. 

I   fT^HUS  God  th'  eternal  Father  fpake 
1     To  Chrift  the  Son  :  «  Afcend  and  fit 
"  At  my  right  hand,  till  I  fhall  make 
"Thy  foes  fubmiffive  at  thy  feet. 


sio  PSALMS. 

2  "  From  Zion  fhall  thy  word  proceed, 

"  Thy  word,  the  fceptre  in  thy  hand, 
"  Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 

"  And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

3  "  That  day  fhall  fhow  thy  pow'r  is  great, 

"  When  faints  fhall  flock  with  willing  mind*, 
"  And  fmners  crowd  thy  temple  gate, 
"  Where  holinefs  in  beauty  fhines." 

4  O  blefled  powV  !  O  glorious  day  ! 

What  a  large  vi&'ry  fhall  enfue  ? 
And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey, 

Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew. 

PSALM     CX.     Second  part.      Long  Metre, 

The  kingdom  and  priejlhood  of  Chriji, 

1   r~F'HUS  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  fea 
-i      Spake  to  his  Son,  and  thus  he  fwore  : 
"  Eternal  fhall  thy  priefthood  be, 

"  And  change  from  hand  to  hand  no  more. 
Q,  "  Aaron  and  all  his  fons  muft  die  ; 
"  But  everlafting  life  is  thine, 
"  To  fave  for  ever  thofe  that  fly 

"  For  refuge  from  the  wrath  divine. 

3  "  By  me  Melchifedeck  was  made 

"  On  earth  a  king  and  prieft  at  once  ; 
"  And  thou,  my  heav'nly  prieft,  fhalt  plead, 

"  And  thou,  my  King,  fhalt  rule  my  foro." 

4  Jefus  the  Prieft  afcends  his  throne, 

While  counsels  of  eternal  peace, 
Between  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

Proceed  with  honor  and  fuccefs. 
,5  Through  the  whole  earth  his  reign  fhall  fpread^ 

And  crufh  the  pow'ers  that\iarc  rebel; 
Then  fhall  he  judge  the  rifing  dead, 

And  fend  the  guilty  world  to  hell. 
6  Though,  while  he  treads  his  glorious  way, 

He  drinks  the  cup  of  threats  and  blood, 
The  fufP rings  of  that  dreadful  day 

Shall  but  advance  him  near  to  God-  ' 


PSALMS.  211 

PSALM     CX.     Common  Metre. 
Chriffs  kingdom  and  pricjlhood. 
r    TESUS,  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne, 
J    And  near  thy  Father  fit ; 
In  Zion  mall  thy  power  he  known, 
And  make  thy  foes  fubmit. 

1  What  wonders  fhall  thy  gofpel  do ! 
Thy  converts  fhall  furpafs 
The  num'rous  drops  of  morning  dew, 
And  own  thy  fov'reign  grace. 

3  God  hath  pronounced  a  firm  decree, 

Nor  changes  what  he  fwore  ; 
"  Eternal  fhall  thy  priefthood  be, 
"  When  Aaron's  is  no  more  ; 

4  "  Melchifedeck,  that  wondrous  prieft, 

"  That  king  of  high  degree, 
"  That  holy  man,  who  Abraham  blefl, 
"  Was  but  a  type  of  thee/' 

5  Jefus,  our  prieft,  forever  lives, 

To  plead  for  us  above  ; 
Jefus,  our  king,  forever  gives 
The  bleffings  of  his  love. 

6  God  fhall  exalt  his  glorious  head,  j 

And  his  high  throne  maintain, 
Shall  ftrike  the  powers  and  princes  dead, 

Who  dare  oppofe  his  reign. 
PSALM    OXI.     Firft  part.     Common  Metre. 
The  ivijdom  of  God  in  his  works. 
I    Q  ONGS  of  immortal  praife  belong 
O  To  my  almighty  God ; 
He  has  my  heart,  and  he  my  tongue, 
To  fpread  his  name  abroad. 
1  How  great  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought,! 
How  glorious  in  our  fight ! 
And  men  in  ev'ry  age  have  fought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 
3  How  fair  and  beauteous  Nature's  frame  ! 
How  wife  th'  eternal  mind  ! 
His  counfels  never  change  the  fcheme 
That  his  firft  thoughts  defign'd. 


***  PSALMS. 

4  When  he  redeem'd  his  chofen  fona, 

He  fiVd  his  cov'nant  fure  ; 
The  orders  that  his  lips  pronounce 
To  endlefs  years  endure. 

5  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  fkies^ 

Thy  heav'nly  fkill  proclaim; 
What  fhall  we  do  to  make  us  wife, 
But  learn  to  read  thy  name  ? 

6  To  fear  thy  power,  to  truft  thy  grace, 

Is  our  divineft  fkill  ? 
And  he's  the  wifeft  of  our  race 
That  beft  obeys  thy  will. 

PSALM    CXI.    Second  part.     Common  Metre. 
The  perfeblions  of  God. 

1  /^N  REAT  is  the  Lord  ;  his  works  of  migh* 
\J  Demand  our  nobleft  fongs. ; 

Let  his  affembled  faints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues. 

2  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

He  gives  his  children  food  ; 

And,  ever  mindful  of  his  word, 

He  makes  his  promife  good. 

3  His  Son,  the  great  Redeemer,  came 

To  feal  his  cov'nant  fure  : 
Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name, 
His  ways  are  juft  and  pure, 

4  They  that  would  grow  divinely  wife, 

Muft  with  his  fear  begin ; 
Our  faireft  proof  of  knowledge  lies 
In  hating  ev'ry  fin. 

PSALM     CXII.     As  the  113th  Pfalm. 
The  blejjings  of  the  liberal  man, 
1   'T^HAT  man  is  blefs'd,  who  ftands  in  awe 
A     Of  God,  and  loves  his  facced  law  : 
His  feed  on  earth  fhall  be  renown'd ; 
His  houfe  the  feat  of  wealth  fhall  be, 
An  unexhaufted  treafury, 

And  with  fucceffive  honors  crown'd. 


PSAL  M  S.  %ll 

l  His  liberal  favors  he,  extends, 
To  fome  he  gives,  to  others  lends  ; 

A  generous  pity  fills  his  mind  : 
Yet  what  his  charity  impairs, 
He  faves  by  prudence  in  affairs, 

And  thus  he's  juft  to  all  mankind. 

3  His  hands,  while  they  his  alms  beftow'd^ 
His  glory's  future  harveft  fow'd ; 

The  fweet  remembrance  of  the  juft. 
Like  a  green  root,  revives  and  bears 
A  train  of  blemngs  for  his  heirs, 

When  dying  nature  fleeps  in  duiL. 

4  Befet  with  threat'ning  dangers  round, 
Unmov'd  mall  he  maintain  his  ground  ; 

His  confcience  holds  his  courage  up  ; 
The  foul  that's  fill'd  with  virtue's  light, 
Shines  brighteft  in  affliction's  night ; 

And  fees,  in  darknefs,  beams  of  grace, 
PAUSE. 
[5  111  tidings  never  can  furprife 

His  heart,  that  fixM,  on  God  relies, 

Tho'  waves  and  tempefts  roar  around  : 
Safe  on  a  rock  he  fits,  and  fees 
The  fhipwreck  of  his  enemies, 

And  all  their  hope  and  glory  drown  d, 

6  The  wicked  fhall  his  triumph  fee, 
And  gnafh  their  teeth  in  agony, 

To  find  their  expectations  croft  ; 
They  and  their  envy,  pride  and  fpite, 
Sink  down  to  everlafting  night, 

And  all  their  names  in  darknefs  loft. 

PSALM    CXII.    Long  Metre.    , 
The   blejfings   of  the  pious    and   charitable. 
j   r-pHRlCE  happy  man,  who  fears  the  Lord, 
J.     Loves  his  commands,  and  truft  his  word  \ 
Honor  and  peace  his  days  attend, 
And  bleffings  to  his  feed  defcend. 
%  Companion  dwells  upon  his  mind, 
To  works  of  mercy  ftill  inclin'd  : 
He  lends  the  poor  fome  prefent  aid, 
Or  gives  them,  not  to  be  repaid. 


114  PSALMS. 

3  ^?!n^S  gr°W  dark'  and  tidinS5  fp«ad, 
1 hat  fill  his  neighbours  round  with  dread, 
His  heart  is  arm'd  againft  the  fear, 

For  God,  with  all  his  power,  is  there. 

4  His  fpirit,  fixM  upon  the  Lord, 
Draws  heav'niy  courage  from  his  word  : 
Amidft  the  darknefs  light  fhall  rife, 

To  chear  his  heart,  and  bleis  his  eyes. 

5  He  hath  difpers'd  his  alms  abroad, 
His  works  are  {till  before  his  God  • 
His  name  on  earth  mall  long  remain, 
While  envious  finners  rage  in  vain. 

PSALM     CXII.     Common  Metre. 

Liberality  rewarded. 

I  "LJAPPY  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord, 
A  JL  And  follows  his  commands, 
Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 
Or  gives  with  lib'ral  hands. 
0.  As  pity  dwells  within  his  breaft 
To  all  the  fons  of  need  ; 
So  God  fnall  anfwer  his  requeft 
With  bleffings  on  his  feed. 

3  No  evil  tidings  fhall  furprife 

His  well-efhblinVd  mind; 
His  foul  to  God,  his  refuge,  flies, 
And  leaves  his  fears  behind. 

4  In  times  of  danger  and  diftrefs 

Some  beams  of  light  fhall  fhine, 
To  fhew  the  world  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  give  him  peace  divine. 

5  His  works  of  piety  and  love 

Remain  before  the  Lord  ; 
Honor  on  earth,  and  joys  above, 
Shall  be  his  fure  reward. 


PSALMS.  215 

p  S  A  L  M     CXIII.     Proper  Tune. 
The  majefly  and  condefcenfion  of  God. 

YE  that  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord, 
The  honors  of  his  name  record— 
His  facred  name  forever  blefs  : 
Where'er  the  circling-  fun  difplays 
His  rifing  beams  or  fetting  rays, 

Let  lands  and  feas  his  power  confeis. 
Not  time,  ncr  nature's  narrow  rounds, 
Can  give  his  vaft  dominion  hounds, 

The  heav'ns  are  far  below  his  height ; 
Let  no  created  greatnefs  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 

Arm*d  with  his  uncreated  might, 
i  He  bows  his  glorious  head  to  view 
What  the  bright  hofts  of  angels  do, 

And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  things ; 
His  fov'reign  hand  exalts  the  poor, 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door,  _ 

And  feats  them  on  the  thrones  of  king* 

4  When  childlefs  families  defpair, 
He  fends  the  bleffmgs  of  an  heir, 

To  refcue  their  expiring  name  ; 
The  mother,  with  a  thankful  voice, 
Proclaims  her  praifes  and  her  joys^ 
Let  ev'ry  age  advance  his  praife. 
PSALM     CXIII.     Long  Metre. 
God  favereign    and  gracious. 

1  ~S7^  fervants  of  th'  almighty  King, 

X     In  every  age  his  praifes  fing ; 
Where'er  the  fun  fhall  rife  or  fet, 
The  nations  fhall  his  praife  repeat. 

2  Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  iky 
His  throne  of  glory  ftands  on  high  ;_ 
Nor  time  nor  place  his  power  reftramt 
lTor  bound  his  univerfal  reign. 

«  Which  of  the  fons  of  Adam  dare, 
'     Or  angels,  with  their  God  compare  ? 

His  glories  how  divinely  bright ! 

Who  dwells  in  uncreated  light  I 


3,6  PSALMS. 

4  Behold  his  love  !  he  ftoops  to  view 
What  faints  above  and  angels  do  ! 
And  condefcends,  yet  more,  to  know 
The  .mean  affairs  of  men  below  ! 

5  From  dull  and  cottages  obfcure 
His  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor  ! 
Gives  them  the  honor  of  his  funs, 

And  fits  them  for  their  heav'nly  throne*. 
[6  A  word  of  his  creating  voice 

Can  make  the  barren  houfe  rejoice ; 

Though  Sarah's  ninety  years  were  paft, 

The  promised  feed  is  born  at  laft. 
7  With  joy  the  mother  views  her  fon, 

And  tells  the  wonders  God  has  done ; 

Faith  may  grow  ftrong  when  fenfe  defpairs ; 

If  nature  falls,  the  promife  bears.] 

PSALM     CXIV.     Long  Metre. 
Miracles  attending  IfraeVs  journey, 

1  *\^7*HEN  IfraeI'  freed  from  pharaoh's  hand, 
Y  *    .  Left  tne  proud  tyrant  and  his  land, 
The  tribes,  with  cheerful  homage,  own 
Their  king,  and  Judah  was  his  throne. 

2-  Acrofs  the  deep  their  journey  lay ; 
The  deep  divides  to  make  them  way  ; 
Jordan  beheld  their  march,  and  fled, 
With  backward  current,  to  his  head. 

3   The  mountains  fhook,  like  frighted  fheep— 
Like  lambs,  the  little  hillocks  leap  ! 
Not  Sinai  on  her  bafe  could  ftand, 
Confcious  of  fov' reign  power  at  hand. 

\  What  power  could  make  the  deep  divide- 
Make  Jordan  backward  roll  his  tide  ? 
Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills  ? 
And  whence  the  dread  that  Sinai  feels  ? 

;  Let  every  mountain,  every  flood 
Retire  and  know  th'  approaching  God, 
The  King  of  Ifrael  :  fee  him  here ! 
Tremble,  thou  earth,  adore  and  fear, 


PSALMS.  ai7 

6  He  thunders,  and  all  nature  mourns, 
The  rock  to  ftanding  pools  he  turns  ; 
Flints  fpring  with  fountains,  at  his  word, 
And  fires  and  feas  confefs  the  Lord. 

PSALM     CXV.     Firft  Metre. 

The  true  God  our  refuge  ;    or,  Idolatry  reproved* 

I  \TOT  to  ourfelves,  who  are  but  duft — 
IN    Not  to  ourfelves  is  glory  due, 
Eternal  God,  thou  only  juft, 

Thou  only  gracious,  wife  and  true. 

a  Difplay  to  earth  thy  dreadful  name  : 

Why  mould  a  heathen's  haughty  tongue 
Infult  us,  and,  to  raife  our  ihame, 

Say,  "  Where's  the  God  you've  ferv'd  fo  long  ?" 

3  The  God  we  ferve,  maintains  his  throne 

Above  the  clouds,  beyond  the  fkies ; 
Through  all  the  earth  his  will  is  done, 

He  knows  our  groans,  he  hears  our  cries.. 

4  But  the  vain  idols  they  adore, 

Are  fenfelefs  fhapes  of  (tone  and  wood  ; 
At  beft  a  mafs  of  glittering  ore, 
A  filver  faint,  or  golden  god. 

[5  With  eyes  and  ears  they  carve  the  head ; 

Deaf  are  their  ears,  their  eyes  are  blind ; 
In  vain  are  coftly  offerings  made, 

And  vows  are  fcatter'd  in  the  wind. 

6  Their  feet  were  never  made  to  move, 

Nor  hands  to  fave,  when  mortals  pray  ; 
Mortals,  that  pay  them  fear  or  love, 

Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

7  O  Ifrael,  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 

Thy  help,  thy  refuge,  and  thy  reft ; 
The  Lord  mail  build  thy  ruins  up, 

And  biefs  the  people  and  the  prieft. 
§  The  dead  no  more  can  fpeak  thy  praife-*- 
They  dwell  in  filence  in  the  grave  ; 
But  we  fhall  live  to  fing  thy  grace, 

And  tell  the  world  thy  puwer  to  fave. 


ai8  PSALM  3. 

PSALM    CXV.    Second  Metre.    As  the  new  tune 
of  the  50th  Pfalm. 

Idolatry   reproved. 

I   "VTOT  to  our  names,  thou  only  juft  and  true, 
LN     Not  to  our  worthlefs  names  is  glory  due  : 
Thy  power  and  grace,  thy  truth  and  juftice  claim 
Immortal  honors  to  thy  fov'reign  name ; 
Shine  through  the  earth,  from  heav'n  thy  hleft  abode  ; 
Nor  let  the  heathens  fay,  "  Where  is  your  God  ?" 

%  Heav  n  is  thine  higher  court :  there  ftands  thy  throne, 
And  thro'  the  lower  worlds  thy  will  is  done  : 
God  fram'd  this  earth — the  ffcarry  heav'ns  he  fpread, 
But  fools  adore  the  gods  their  hands  have  made ; 
The  kneeling  crow'd,  with  looks  devout,  behold 
Their  filver  faviours,  and  their  faints  of  gold. 

[3  Vain  are  thofe  artful  fhapes  of  eyes  and  ears — 
The  molten  image  neither  fees  nor  hears ; 
Their  hands  are  helplefs,  nor  their  feet  can  move, 
They  havenofpeech,northought,norpower,nor  love ; 
Yet  fottifh  mortals  make  their  long  complaints 
To  their  deaf  idols,  and  their  lifelefs  faints. 

4  The  rich  have  ftatues  well  adorn'd  with  gold  ; 
The  poor,  concent  with  gods  of  coarfer  mould, 
With  tools  of  iron  carve  the  fenfelefs  flock, 
Lopt  from  a  tree,  or  broken  from  a  rock ; 
People  and  prieft  drive  on  the  fclemn  trade, 
And  truft  the  gods  that  faws  and  hammers  made.] 

5  Be  heav'n  and  earth  amaz'd !  'Tis  hard  to  fay 
Which  are  more  ftupid,  their  gods,  or  they. 

O  Ifrael,  truft  the  Lord  :   he  hears  and  fees, 
He  knows  thy  forrows,  and  reftores  thy  peace ; 
His  worfhip  does  a  thoufand  comforts  yield — 
He  is  thy  help,  and  he  thine  heav'nly  fhield. 

6  In  God  we  truft  :  our  impious  foes  in  vain 
Attempt  our  ruin,  and  oppofe  his  reign  ; 

Had  they  prevaii'd,  darknefs  had  clos'd  our  days, 
And  death  and  filence  had  forbid  his  praife  : 
But  we  are  fav'd,  and  live  : — Let  fongs  arife, 
And  Zion  blefs  the  God  that  built  the  fioes. 


PSALMS.  %i9 

PSALM  CXVI.    Firft  part.     Common  Metre. 
Recovery  from  ftcknefs. 

\  I   T  LOVE  the  Lord  :  he  heard  my  cries, 
A  And  pity'd  every  groan, 
Long  as  I  live,  when  troubles  rife, 
I'll  haften  to  his  throne. 

a  I  love  the  Lord  :  he  bow'd  his  ear, 
And  chas'd  my  griefs  away  : 
Oh  let  my  heart  no  more  defpair, 
When  I  have  breath  to  pray. 

3  My  flefh  declined,  my  fpirits  fell, 

And  I  drew  near  the  dead, 
While  inward  pangs  and  fears  of  hell 
Perplex' d  my  wakeful  head. 

4  "  My  God,  (I  cry'd)  thy  fervant  fave, 

"  Thou  ever  good  and  juft  ; 
"  Thy  power  can  refcue  from  the  grave^ 
"  Thy  power  is  all  my  truft/' 

5  The  Lord  beheld  me  fore  diftrefb, 

He  bade  my  pains  remove  : 
Return,  my  foul,  to  God  thy  reft, 
For  thou  haft  known  his  love. 

6  My  God  hath  fav'd  my  foul  from  death* 

And  dry'd  my  falling  tears  : 
Now  to  his  praife  I'll  fpend  my  breath, 
And  my  remaining  years. 

PSALM  CXVI.  ver.  12,  &c.  Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Thanks  for  private  deliverance. 

I  TTTHAT  fliall  I  render  to  my  God 
VV     For  all  his  kindnefs  fhown  ? 
My  feet  fhall  vifit  thine  abode, 

My  fongs  addrefs  thy  throne. 

a  Among  the  faints  that  fill  thine  fcoufe 
My  offerings  lhall  be  said 
There  fhuil  w  z       perfc  vows 

My  foul  in  anguiih  made. 


220  PSALM  S. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever-bleffed  God  ! 
How  dear  thy  fervants  in  thy  fight ! 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ! 

4  How  happy  all  thy  fervants  are  ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
My  life,  which  thou  haft  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  forever  thine, 

Nor  fhall  my  purpofe  move  ; 

Thy  hand  has  loosed  my  bonds  of  pain, 

And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  grace  record  ; 
Witnefs,  ye  faints,  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I  forfake  the  Lord. 

PSALM    CXVII.  Common  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  from  all  nations. 
*   (~\   ALL  ye  nations,  praife  the  Lord, 
V_S    Each  with  a  different  tongue  ; 
In  ev'ry  language  learn  his  word, 
And  let  his  name  be  fung. 
2  His  mercy  reigns  thro'  ev'ry  land ; 
Proclaim  his  grace  abroad  ; 
Forever  firm  his  truth  fhall  ftaud — 
Praife  ye  the  faithful  God. 

PSALM     CXVII.    Long  Metre, 
I  T^ROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  fkies 
J?    Let  the  Creator's  praife  arife ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  fung 
Thro'  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue, 
a  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word ; 
Thy  praife  fhall  found  from  fhore  to  fhore, 
'Till  funs  fhall  fet  and  rife  no  more. 

PSALM  CXVII.  Short    Metre. 
I  HPHY  name,  almighty  Lord, 

JL     Shall  found  thro'  diftant  lands  : 
Great  is  thy  grace,  and  fure  thy  word  : 
Thy  truth  forever  ftands. 


PSALMS.  Z2I 

Z  Far  be  thine  honor  fpread, 

And  long  thy  praife  endure, 

•'Till  morning  light  and  ev  ning  fhade 

Shall  be  exchang'd  no  more. 

PSALM      CXVIII.      ver.     6,-15.     #Wi   part, 
Common  Metre. 

Deliverance  form  a  tumult. 

I    rT^  HE  Lord  appears  my  helper  now, 
X     Nor  is  my  faith  afraid 
What  all  the  fons  of   earth  can  do, 
Since  heav'n  affords  its  aid. 

4  'Tis  fafer,  Lord,  to  hope  in  thee, 
And  have  my  God  my  friend. 
Than  truft  in  men  of  high  degree, 
And  on  their  truth  depend. 

3  'Tis  through  the  Lord  my  heart  is'  ftrong, 

In  him  my  lips  rejoice  ; 
While  his  falvation  is  my  fong, 
How  cheerful  is  my  voice. 

4  Like  angry  bees  they  girt  me  round ; 

When  God  appears  they  fly  : 
So  burning  thorns,  with  crackling  found, 
Make  a  fierce  blaze,  and  die. 

5  Joy  to  the  faints  and  peace  belongs  : 

The  Lord  protects  their  days  : 
Let  Ifrael  tune  immortal  fongs 
To  his  almighty  grace. 

PSALM   CXVIII.    ver.    17,— 3,1.  Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Public  praife  for  deliverance  from  death. 

I    ¥    ORD,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry, 
1  J   And  refcu'd  from  the  grave ; 
Now  mail  he  live  ;   (and  none  can  die, 
If  God  refolve  to  fave.) 

2i  Thy  praife,  more  conftant  than  before, 
Shall  fill  his  daily  breath  ; 
Thy  hand,  that  hath  chaftis'd  him  fore, 
Defends  him  {till  from  death. 


»aa  PSALMS. 

3  Open  the  gate  of  Zion  now, 

For  we  fhall  worfhip  there, 
The  houfe  where  all  the  righteous  go, 
Thy  mercy  to  declare. 

4  Among' th'  affemblies  of  thy  faints 

Our  thankful  voice  we  raife  ; 

There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints, 

And  there  we  fpeak  thy  praife. 

PSALM    CXVIII.    ver.  22,   23.    Third  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Chrijl  the  foundation  of  the  church. 

1  T>EHOLD  the  fure  foundation  ftone 
1J  Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 

To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upon, 
And  his  eternal  praife. 

2  Chofen  of  God,  to  finners  dear, 

And  faints  adore  the  name, 

They  truft  their  whole  falvation  here, 

Nor  fhall  they  fuffer  fhame. 

3  The  foolifh  builders,  fcribe,  and  prieft, 

RejecT:  it  with  difdain  : 
Firm  on  this  rock  the  church  fhall  reft, 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4  What  tho '  the  gates  of  hell  withftood  ? 

Yet  muft  this  building  rife  : 

'Tis  thy  own  work,    almighty  God, 

And  wondrous  in  our  eyes. 

PSALM  CXVIII.  ver.  24,  25,  26.    Fourth  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Hofanna  ;    the    Lord's   day ;   or,    Chrifis  rfurrefliony 
and  our  falvation. 

1  rT_,|HIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 

X     He  calls  the  hours  his  own  : 
"Let  heav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praife  furround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rofe  and  left  the  dead ; 

And  Satan's  empire  fell — 
To-day  the  faints  his  triumph  fpread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 


PSALMS.  z*3 

3  Hofanna  to  th'  anointed  king, 

To  David's  holy  fon, 
Help  us,  O  Lord ;  defcend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Blefs'd  is  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  meffages  of  grace  ; 
Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name, 
To  fave  our  finful  race. 

j  Hofanna,  in  the  highefb  ftrains, 

The  church  On  earth  can  raife  ; 
The  higheft  heav'ns,  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praife. 

PSALM    CXVI1I.  ver.  22,-27.  Short  Metre. 

An  hofanna  for  the  Lord's  day  :   or,   A  nezu  fong  offah-a- 
Hon  by  Chrifi, 

1  QEE  what  a  living  ftone 
O  The  builders  did  refufe  ; 

Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon 
In  fpite  of  envious  Jews. 

2  The  fcribe  and  angry  prieft 

Reject  thine  only  fon  ; 
Yet  on  this  rock  {hall  Zion  reft, 
As  the  chief  corner  ftone. 

3  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 

And  wondrous  in  our  eyes  : 
This  day  declares  it  all  divine, 
This  day  did  Jefus  rife. 

4  This  is  the  glorious  day 

That  our  Pvedeemer  made  ; 
Let  us  rejoice,  and  fing,  and  pray, 
Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 

5  Hofanna  to  the  king 

Of  David's  royal  blood  : 
Blefs  him,  ye  faints,  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

6  We  blefs  thine  holy  word, 

Which  all  this  grace  difplays ; 
And  offer  on  thy  alter,  Lord, 
Our  facrifice  of  praife. 
T  a 


«24  PSALMS. 

PSALM  CXVIII.  ver.  22,-27.  Long  Metre. 

An  hofanna  for   the   Lord's  day  ;   or,  A  new  Jong  offal- 
vation  by  Chrifi. 

1  T  O,  what  a  glorious  Corner-ftone 
JL<  The  Jewifh  builders  did  refufe  ! 
But  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 

In  fpite  of  envy,  and  the  Jews. 

2  Great  God,  the  work  is  all  divine, 

The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes ; 
This  is  the  day  that  proves  it  thine, 

The  day  that  faw  our  Saviour  rife. 

3  Sinners  rejoice,  and  faints  be  glad ; 

Hofanna,  let  his  name  be  blefs'd ; 
A  thoufand  honors  on  his  head, 

With  peace,  and  light,  and  glory,  reft ! 

4  In  God's  own  name  he  comes  to  bring 

Salvation  to  our  dying  race; 
Let  the  whole  church  addrefs  their  King 

With  hearts  of  joy,  and  fongs  of  praifc. 

I  have  collected  and  difpofed  of  the  moffc  ufeful 
verfes  of  the  cxixth  Pfalm  under  eigthteen  different 
heads,  and  formed  a  divine  fong  upon  each  of  them. 
But  the  verfes  are  much  tranfpofed,  to  attain  fome 
degree  of  connexion. 

In  fome  places,  among  tbe  words  law,  commands, 
judgments,  teflimonies,  I  have  ufed  gofpel,  -word,  truth, 
grace,  promifes,  &c.  as  more  agreeable  to  the  New  Tef- 
tament,  and  the  common  language  of  Chriftians,  and 
it  equally  anfwers  the  defign  of  the  Pfalmift,  which 
was  to  recommend  the  holy  Scripture. 

PSALM    CXIX.    Firft  part.  Common  Metre. 

The  bleffednefs  of  faints,  and  mifery  of  f inner s. 

Ver.  T,  2,  3. 
I   T>LESS'D  are  the  undefil'd  in  heart, 
Jlj  Whofe  ways  are  right  and  clean ; 
Who  never  from  thy  law  depart, 
But  fly  from  ev'ry  fin. 


PSALMS.  22-S 

e  Blefs'd  are  the  men  that  keep  thy  word, 
And  pradtife  thy  commands  ; 
With  their  whole  heart  they  feek  the  Lord, 
And  ferve  thee  with  their  hands. 
Ver.  165. 

3  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law ; 

How  firm  their  fouls  abide  ! 
Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  fteady  feet  afide. 
Ver.  6. 

4  Then  fhall  my  heart  have  inward  joy, 

And  keep  my  face  from  fhame, 
When  all  thy  ftatutes  I  obey, 
And  honor  all  thy  name. 
Ver.  ai,  n8. 

5  But  haughty  finners  God  will  hate, 

The  proud  fhall  die  accurs'd ; 
The  fons  of  falfehood  and  deceit 
Are  trodden  to  the  dull. 

Ver.  119,  155. 

6  VJle^as-the^drofs  the  wicked  are  : 
z^And  thofe  that  leave  thy  ways 

Shall  fee  falvation  from  afar, 
But  never  tafte  thy  grace. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Second  part. 

Secret  devotion   and  fpir'ttual-mtndednejs ;    or,   Conjiant  eon- 

*verfe  ivitb    God. 

Ver.  147,55. 

1  rTHO  thee,  before  the  dawning  light, 

JL     My  gracious  God,  I  pray ; 
I  meditate  thy  name  by  night, 
And  keep  thy  law  by  day. 
Ver.  81. 

2  My  fpirit  faints  to  fee  thy  grace, 

Thy  promife  bears  me  up ; 
And  while  falvation  long  delays, 
Thy  word  fupports  my  hope. 
Ver.  164. 

3  SeVn  times  a  day  I  lift  my  hands, 

And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee  : 
Thy  righteous  providence  demands 
Repeated  praife  from  me. 


"6  PSALM  S. 

Ver.  62. 
A  When  midnight  darknefs  veils  the  fkics, 
I  call  thy  works  to  mind ; 
My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rife, 
And  fweet  acceptance  find. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Third  part. 
Profejfions  of  fincerhy,  repentance,  and  obedience. 

TVer.  57,  60. 
HOU  art  my  portion,  O  my  God; 
Soon  as  I  know  thy  way, 
My  heart  makes  hafte  t'  obey  thy  word, 
And  fuffers  no  delay. 

Ver.  13,  14. 
2,  I  chufe  the  path  of  heav'nly  truth, 
And  glory  in  the  choice  : 
Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 
Could  make  me  fo  rejoice. 

3  The  teftimonies  of  thy  grace, 

I  fet  before  my  eyes ; 
Thence  I  derive  my  daily  ftrength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 

Ver.  59. 

4  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  path, 

I  think  upon  my  ways, 
Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
And  truft  thy  pard'ning  grace. 

Ver.  94,  1 1 2. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  forever  thine, 

O  fave  thy  fervant,  Lord, 
Thou  art  my  fliield,  my  hiding  place ; 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 

Ver.  112. 

6  Thou  haft  inclin'd  this  heart  of  mine 

Thy  ftatutes  to  fulfil ; 
And  thus,  till  mortal  life  fhall  end, 
Would  I  perform  thy  will. 


PSALMS.  227 

PSALM     CXIX.     Fourth  part. 

Injlrublion  from    Scripture. 
Ver.  9. 
!   TTOW  fhall  the  young  fecuTe  their  hearts, 
AIL  And  guard  their  lives  from  fin  ? 
Thy  word  the  choiceft  rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  confcience  clean. 
Ver.  130. 
a  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 
It  fpreads  fuch  light  abroad, 
The  meaneft  fouls  inftru6tion  find, 

And  raife.  their  thoughts  to  God. 

Ver.  105. 

3  ;Tis  like  the  fun,  a  heav'nly  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day ; 
And,  though  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 
Ver.  99,  100. 

4  The  men  that  keep  thy  law  with  care, 

And  meditate  thy  word, 
Grow  wifer  than  their  teachers  are, 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 
Ver.  104,  113- 

5  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wife  ; 

I  hate  the  finner's  road  : 
I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rife, 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 
Ver.  89,  90,  91. 
[6  The  ftarry  heav'ns  thy  rule  obey, 
The  earth  maintains  her  place  ; 
And  thefe  thy  fervauts,  night  and  day, 
Thy  {kill  and  pow'r  exprefs. 

7  But  ftill  thy  law  and  gofpel,  Lord, 

Have  leffons  more  divine  : 
Not  earth  ftands  firmer  than  thy  word, 
Nor  ftars  fo  nobly  fhine.] 

Ver.  190,  140,  9j  ix9- 

8  Thy  word  is  everlafting  truth, 

How  pure  is  ev'ry  page  ! 
That  holy  book  fhall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  fupport  our  age. 


228  PSALMS. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Fifth  part. 
Mght  in  feature  ,    or,    The  W  of  God  d^llin. 

1   O    ^°T  ^°W  l  IoVe  %ioly  law! 
V^     1  is  daily  my  delight : 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 
-Divine  advice  by  night. 

tv/t  ,  Ver-  J48. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day 
To  meditate  thy  word  • 
My  foul  with  longing  melts 'away 
To  hear  thy  gofpel,  Lord. 

3  Thy  heav'nly  wor^my  hlntngage! 
And  well  employ  my  tongue! 
And,  m  my  tirefome  pilgrimage, 
Yield  me  a  heav'nly  fong? 

.    a      t     n  Ver-  I0>  io?. 

4  Am  I  a  ftranger,  or  at  home, 

Tis  my  perpetual  feaft  ; 
Not  honey  dropping  from  the  comb 

So  much  allures  the  tafte. 
..  Ver.  72   jay 

5  No  treafures  fo  enrich  the  mind  • 

Nor  fhall  thy  word  be  fold' 
For  loads  of  filver  well  rehVd 
Nor  heaps  of  choiceft  gold. 

J  hy  promifes  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  fupport  my  hope, 
And  there  I  write  thy  praife. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Sixth  part. 

Hoiinefs  and  comfort  from  the  w>rd. 

Ver.  128 

1  L°S  l^^y  Wgments  right, 
JLJ   Andallthyftatutesjuli;  S 

Ihence  I  maintain  a  conftant  fight 
With  ev'ry  flatt  nng  luft. 


PSALMS.  229 

Ver.  97,  9. 

2  Thy  precepts  often  I  furvey  : 

1  keep  thy  law  in  fight, 
Through  all  the  bus'nefs  of  the  day, 
To  form  my  actions  right. 

Ver.  62. 

3  My  heart  in  midnight  filence  cries, 

"  How  fweet  thy  comforts  be  V 
My  thoughts  in  holy  wonders  rife, 
And  bring  their  thanks  to  thee. 

Ver.  162. 

4  And  when  my  fpirit  drinks  her  fill 

At  fome  good  word  of  thine, 

Not  mighty  men  that  fhare  the  fpoil, 

Have  joys  compared  to  mine. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Seventh  part. 
Imperfection  of  nature,  and perfec~lio?i  of  Jbripture. 

Ver.  96,  paraphrafed. 

1  T    ET  all  the  Heathen  writers  join 
I  J   To  form  one  perfect  book, 

Great  God,  if  once  compar'd  with  thine, 
How  mean  their  writings  look  ! 

2  Not  the  moft  perfect  rules  they  gave 

Could  fhew  one  fin  forgiv'n, 

Nor  lead  a  ftep  beyond  the  grave ; 

But  thine  conduct  to  heav'n. 

3  I've  feen  an  end  to  what  we  call 

Perfection  here  below ; 
How  fhort  the  pow'rs  of  nature  fall, 
And  can  no  farther  go. 

4  Yet  men  would  fain  be  juft  with  God, 

By  works  their  hands  have  wrought  : 
But  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad, 
Extend  to  ev'ry  thought. 

5  In  vain  we  boaft  perfection  here, 

While  fin  defiles  our  frame, 
And  finks  our  virtues  down  fo  far, 
They  fcarce  defervc  the  name. 


no  PSALMS. 

6  Our  faith  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace, 

Fall  far  below  thy  word  ; 

But  perfect  truth  and  righteoufnefs 

Dwell  only  with  the  Lord.  "" 

PSALM     CXIX.     Eighth  part. 
The  excellency  and  variety  of fcripture. 
Ver.  in.     Paraphrafed. 
I   T    ORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 
JLi    My  lading  heritage  ; 
There  fhall  my  nobleft  pow'rs  rejoice, 
My  warmeft  thdughts  engage.  m 
1  I'll  read  the  hift/ries  of  thy  love, 
And  keep  thy  laws  in  fight, 
While  through  the  promifes  I  rove, 
With  ever-frefh  delight. 

3  'Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 

Where  fprings  of  life  arife, 
Seeds  of  immortal  blifs  are  fown, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

4  The  beft  relief  that  mourners  have, 

It  makes  our  forrows  blefs'd ; 
Our  faireft  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  reft. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Ninth  part. 
Deft  re  of  knowledge. 
Ver.  64,  63, 18. 
J   rT"'HY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord, 
A     How  good  thy  works  appear  ! 
Open  my  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 
And  fee  thy  wonders  there. 

Ver.  73,  125. 

2  My  heart  was  fafhion'd  by  thy  hand, 

My  fervice  is  thy  due, 

O  !  make  thy  fervant  underftand 

The  duties  I  muft  do. 

Ver.  19. 

3  Since  I'm  a  ftranger  here  below, 

-  Thy  path  O  !  do  not  hide ; 
But  mark  the  road  my  feet  fhould  go, 
And  be  my  conftant  guide. 


PSALMS.  231 

Ver.  26. 

4  When  I  confefs'd  my  wand'ring  ways, 

Thou  heard'fb  my  foul  complain ; 
.Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace, 
Or  I  fhall  ftray  again. 

Ver.  33,  34. 

5  If  God  to  me  his  ftatutes  fhew, 

And  heaVniy  truth  impart, 
His  work  for  ever,  I'll  purfue, 
His  law  fhall  rule  my  heart. 
Ver.  50,  71. 

6  This  was  my  comfort  when  I  bore 

Variety  of  grief ; 
It  made  me  learn  thy  word  the  more, 
And  fly  to  that  relief. 

Ver.  51. 
[7  In  vain  the  proud  deride  me  now ; 
I'll  ne'er  forget  thy  law, 
Nor  let  that  hleffed  gofpel  go, 

"Whence  all  my  hopes  I  draw. 
Ver.  27, 171. 
S  When  I  have  learn'd  my  Father's  will, 
I'll  teach  the  world  his  ways  ; 
My  thankful  lips,  infpir'd  with  zeal, 
Shall  fing  aloud  his  praife.] 

PSALM    CXIX.  Tenth  part. 
Pleading  the  promifes. 
Ver.  38,  49. 
I   T)EHOLD  thy  waiting  fervant,  Lord, 
JO  Devoted  to  thy  fear ; 
Remember  and  confirm  thy  word, 
For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 
Ver.  41,  58,   107. 
1  Haft  thou  net  fent  falvation  down, 

And  promis'd  quick'ning  grace  ? 
Doth  not  my  heart  addrefs  thy  throne  ? 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 

Ver.  123,  42. 
3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  falvation  fail ; 
O  bear  thy  fervant  up  ; 
Nor  let  the  fcofhng  lips  prevail ; 
Who  dare  reproach  my  hope. 
U 


33*  PSALMS. 

Ver.  49,  74. 
4  Didft  thou  not  raife  my  faith,  O  Lord  > 
Then  let  thy  truth  appear  : 
Saints  fhall  rejoice  in  my  reward, 
And  truft  as  well  as  fear. 

PSALM  CXIX.  Eleventh  part. 
Breathing  after  bolinefs. 

^    ^  VCr'  5'    33' 

1   |\  THAT  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
\J  To  keep  his  ftatutes  ftill ! 
O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will ! 

Ver.  29. 

2  O  fend  thy  fpirit  down  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart ! 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  acl  the  liar's  part. 

Ver.  37,  36. 

3  rrom  vanity  turn  off  my  eyes : 

Let  no  corrupt  defign, 
Nor  covetous  defires,  arife 

Within  this  foul  of  mine. 

Ver.  133. 

4  Order  my  footfteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  fincere  ! 
Let  fin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  confidence  clear. 

Ver.  176. 

5  My  foul  hath  gone  too  far  aftray, 

My  feet  too  often  flip ; 
Yet  fince  I  keep  in  mind  thy  way, 

Reftore  thy  wand'ring  fheep.       ^ 

Ver.  35. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands, 

'Tis  a  delightful  road; 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands, 
Offend  againft  my  God. 


PSALMS. 


PSALM  CXIX.  Twelfth  part. 

Breathing  after  comfort  and  deliverance. 

Ver.  153. 

1  "JV^Y  God,  confider  my  diftrefs, 
XVX  Let  mercy  plead  my  caufe  ; 
Though  I  have  fin'd  againft  thy  grace, 

I  ne'er  forget  thy  laws. 

Ver.  39,  116. 

2  Forbid,  forbid  the  fharp  reproach, 

Which  I  fo  juftly  fear  ; 
Uphold  my  life,  uphold  my  hopes, 
Nor  let  my  fhame  appear. 

Ver.  122,   135. 

3  Be  thou  a  furety,  Lord,  for  me, 

Nor  let  the  proud  opprefs ; 
But  make  thy  waiting  fervant  fee 
The  minings  of  thy  face. 

Ver.  81. 

4  My  eyes  with  expectation  fail, 

My  heart  within  me  cries, 

"  When  will  the  Lord  his  truth  fulfil, 

"  And  bid  my  comfort  rife  V 

Ver.  132. 

5  Look  down  upon  my  forrows,  Lord, 

And  fhow  thy  g?ace  the  fame, 
Thy  tender  mercies  ftill  afford 

To  thofe  that  love  thy  name. 

PSALM    CXIX.    Thirteenth  part. 

Holy  fear,  and  tendernefs  of  confeience. 

Ver.  10. 

1  *\X/*^^  my  wno^e  neart  I've  fought  thy  face, 

VV     O  let  me  never  ftray 
From  thy  commands,  O  God  of  grace, 
Nor  tread  the  tinner's  way. 

Ver.  11. 

2  Thy  word  I've  plac'd  within  my  heart, 

To  keep  my  confeience  clean, 
And  be  an  everlafting  guard 
From  ev'ry  rifing  fin. 


*33 


234  PSAL  M  S. 

Ver.  63,  53,  158, 

3  I'm  a  companion  of  the  faints, 

Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord  ; 
My  forrow^s  rife,  my  fpirit  faints, 
When  men  tranfgrefs  thy  word. 
Ver.  161,  163. 

4  While  finners  do  thy  gofpel  wrong, 

My  fpirit  ftands  in  awe  ; 
My  foul  abhors  a  lying  tongue, 
But  loves  thy  righteous  law. 
Ver.   16  r,  120. 

5  My  heart  with  facred  rev'rence  hears 

The  threat'nings  ct  thy  word ; 
My  fiefh  with  holy  trembling  fears 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord. 
Ver.  166,  174. 

6  My  God,  I  long,  I  hope,  I  wait, 

For  thy  falvation  ftill , 
While  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight, 
And  I  obey  thy  will. 

PSALM    CX1X.  Fourteenth  part. 

Benefit  of  ajfliflionS)  and fupport  under  them. 

Ver.  153,  81,  82. 
I    /CONSIDER  all  my  forrows,  Lord, 
\jl   And  thy  deliv'rance  fend ; 
My  foul  for  thy  falvation  faints, 
When  will  my  troubles  end  ? 
Ver.  71. 
a  Yet  I  have  found  'tis  good  for  me 
To  bear  my  Father's  rod ; 
Afflictions  make  me  learn  thy  law, 
And  live  upon  my  God. 
Ver.  50. 

3  This  is  the  comfort  I  enjoy, 

When  new  diftrefs  begins, 
I  read  thy  word,  I  run  thy  way, 
And  hate  my  former  fins. 
Ver.  92. 

4  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight 

When  earthly  joys  were  fled, 
My  foul,  opprefs'd  with  forrows  weight, 
Had  funk  amongft  the  dead. 


PSALMS.  335 

Ver.  7 j. 

5  I  know  thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  right, 

Though  they  may  fcem  fevere  ; 
The  fharpeft  fufPrings  I  endure 
Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 
Ver.  67. 

6  Before  I  knew  thy  chaft'ning  rod 

My  feet  were  apt  to  ftray ; 
But  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  word, 
Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 

PSALM    CXIX.  Fifteenth  part. 

Holy   refolutions . 

Ver.  93. 
I  f\  THAT  thy  ftatutes  ev'ry  hour 
V>J  Might  dwell  upon  my  mind  ! 
Thence  I  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'r, 
And  daily  peace  I  find. 

Ver.  15,  16. 
a  To  meditate  thy  precepts,  Lord, 
Shall  be  my  fweet  employ  ; 
My  foul  fhall  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
Thy  word  is  all  my  joy. 
Ver.  32. 
3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands, 
If  thou  my  heart  difcharge 
From  fin  and  Satan's  hateful  chains, 
And  fet  my  feet  at  large  ? 
Ver.  13,46. 
My  lips  with  courage  fhall  declare 

Thy  ftatutes  and  thy  name  ; 
I'll  fpeak  thy  words  though  kings  fhould  hear, 
Nor  yield  to  finful  fhame. 
Ver.  61,  69,  70. 

5  Let  bands  of  perfecutors  rife 

To  rob  me  of  my  right, 
Let  pride  and  malice  forge  their  lies, 
Thy  law  is  my  delight. 
Ver.  115. 

6  Depart  from  me  ye  wicked  race, 

'"Whofexhands  and  hearts  are  ill : 
I  love  my  God,  I  love  his  ways, 
And  mull  obey  his  will. 
Ua 


236  PSALMS. 

PSALM    CXIX.  Sixteenth  part, 

A  prayer  for  quickening  grace. 

Ver.  25,  37. 

1  TVT  Y  foul  Iies  cleaving  to  tne  duft ; 
JLVjl  Lord,  give  me  life  divine  : 
From  vain  defires,  and  ev'ry  luft, 
Turn  off  thefe  eyes  of  mine. 
3  I  need  the  influence  of  thy  grace 
To  fpeed  me  in  thy  way, 
Left  I  fhould  loiter  in  my  race, 
Or  turn  my  feet  aftray. 

Ver.  107.  • 

3  When  fore  afflictions  prefs  me  down, 

I  need  thy  quickening  pow'rs ; 
Thy  word  that  I  have  refted  on, 
Shall  help  my  heavieft  hours. 

Ver.  156,  40. 

4  Are  not  thy  mercies  fov^reign  ftill, 

And  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 

Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 

To  run  the  heav'nly  road  ? 

Ver.  159,  40. 

5  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love, 

And  long  to  fee  thy  face  ? 
■    And  yet  how  flow  thy  fpirits  move 
Without  enliv'ning  grace ! 

Ver.  93. 

6  Then  fhall  I  love  thy  gofpel  more, 

And  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
When  I  have  felt  it's  quick'ning  pow'r 
To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 

PSALM  CXIX.    Seventeenth  part.    Long  Metre. 
Grace  fiining  in  difficulties  and  trials. 
Ver.  143,  28. 
I   TT7HEN  pain  and  anguifh  feize  me,  Lord, 
VV     All  my  fupport  is  from  thy  word : 
My  foul  diffolves  for  heavinefs ; 
Uphold  me  with  thy  ftrength'ning  grace. 


PSALMS.  137 

Ver.  51,  69,  no. 
S  The  proud  have  fram'd  their  feoffs  and  lies, 

They  watch  my  feet  with  envious  eyes, 

They  tempt  my  foul  to  fnares  and  fin  ; 

Yet  thy  commands  I  ne'er  decline. 
Ver.  161,  78. 
3  They  hate  me,  Lord,  without  a  caufe, 

They  hate  to  fee  me  love  thy  laws ; 

But  I  will  trull  and  fear  thy  name, 

Till  pride  and  malice  die  with  fhame. 

PSALM    CXIX.  Laft  part. 
Sanclifed  afflictions  ;    or,  Delight  in  the  ivord  of  God. 

Ver.  67,  50. 

1  T7ATHER,  I  hlefs  thy  gentle  hand ; 
J?  How  kind  was  thy  chaftifing  rod, 
That  fore'd  my  confeience  to  a  Hand, 

And  brought  my  wandering  foul  to  God ! 

2  Foolifh  and  vain,  I  went  aftray, 

Ere  I  had  felt  thy  fcourges,  Lord, 
I  left  my  guide,  and  loft  my  way  : 

But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word. 
Ver.   71. 

3  Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke, 

For  pride  is  apt  to  rife  and  fwell ; 
•*T£s  good  to  bear  my  Father's  ftroke, 
That  I  might  learn  his  ftatutes  well. 
Ver.  72. 

4  The  law  that  iffues  from  thy  mouth 

Shall  raife  my  cheerful  paffions  more 
Than  all  the  treasures  of  the  fouth, 
Or  richeft  hills  of  golden  ore. 
Ver.  73- 

5  Thy  hands  have  made  my  mortal  frame, 

Thy  fpirit  form'd  my  foul  within  : 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wondrous  name, 

And  guard  me  fafe  from  death  and  fin. 
Ver.   74, 

6  Then  all  that  love  and  fear  the  Lord 

At  my  falvation  fhall  rejoice ; 
For  I  have  trufted  in  thy  word, 

And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice. 


*38  PSALMS. 

PSALM     CXX.     Common  Metre. 
Complaint  of  quarrelfome  neighbours  ;   or,  A  devout  tvifi 
for  peace. 

1  npHOU  God  of  love,  thou  ever-bleft, 

X     Pity  my  fuff'ring  flate  : 
When  wilt  thou  fet  my  foul  at  reft, 
From  lips  that  love  deceit  ? 

2  Hard  lot  of  mine !  My  days  are  caft 

Among  the  fons  of  ftrife, 

Whofe  never-ceafmg  quarrels  waftc 

My  golden  hours  of  life. 

3  Oh  might  1  fly  to  change  my  place, 

How  would  I  choofe  to  dwell 

In  fome  wide  lonefome  wildernefs, 

And  leave  thefe  gates  of  hell\r 

4  Peace  is  the  blemng  that  I  feek, 

How  lovely  are  its  charms  ! 
I  am  for  peace  ;  but  when  I  fpeak, 
They  all  declare  for  arms. 

5  New  paffions  ftill  their  fouls  engage, 

And  keep  their  malice  ftrong  : ' 
What  fhall  be  done  to  curb  thy  rage, 
O  thou  devouring  tongue  ! 

6  Should  burning  arrows  fmite  thee  thro', 

Stricl  juftice  would  approve; 

But  I  would  rather  fpare  my  foe,' 

And  melt  his  heart  with  love. 

PSALM    CXXI.  Long  Metre. 

Divine  protection. 

1  T  Tp  to  the  hI1Is  l  Iift  mine  eyes> 

JU    Th'  eternal  hills  beyond  the  fides ; 
Thence  all  her  help  my  foul  derives ; 
There  my  almighty  refuge  lives. 
1  He  lives ;  the  everlafting  God, 

That  built  the  world,  that  fpread  the  flood  ; 
The  heav'ns,  with  all  their  hoft,  he  made 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 


PSALMS.  239 

3  He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way  ; 
His  morning  fmiles  adorn  the  day  : 

He  fpreads  the  ev'ning  veil,  and  keeps 
The  filent  hours  while  Ifrael  fleeps, 

4  Ifrael,  a  name  divinely  bleffc, 
May  rife  fecure,  fecurely  reft ; 
Thy  holy  guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  no  flumber,  nor  furprife. 

5  No  fun  fhall  fmite  thy  head  by  day, 
Nor  the  pale  moon  with  iickly  ray 
Shall  blaft  thy  couch ;  no  baleful  ftar 
Darts  his  malignant  fire  fo  far. 

6  Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burn3 
Still  thou  fhalt  go,  and  ftill  return ; 
Safe  in  the  Lord  !  his  heav'nly  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  every  fnare. 

7  On  thee  foul  fpirits  have  no  power  ; 
And  in  thy  laft  departing  hour 
Angels,  that  trace  the  airy  road, 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God. 

PSALM    CXXI.    Common  Metre, 

Prefervailon  by  day  and  night* 

I  r  I  10  heav'en  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes,  i 

„L     There  all  my  hopes  are  laid  : 
The  Lord  that  built  the  earth  and  Ikies 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 

Z  Their  ftedfaft  feet  fhall  never  fall, 
Whom  he  defigns  to  keep  ; 
His  ear  attends  the  fofteft  call ; 
His  eyes  can  never  fieep. 

3  He  will  fuftain  our  weakeft  powers 

With  his  almighty  arm, 
And  watch  our  moft  unguarded  hours 
Againft  furprifing  harm. 

4  Ifrael  rejoice,  and  reft  fecure, 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  : 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  power 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 


a4©  PSALMS. 

5  Nor  fcorching  fun,  nor  Cckly  moon 

Shall  have  its  leave  to  fmite  : 

He  fhields  thy  head  from  burning  noon, 

From  blafting  damps  at  night. 

6  He  guards  thy  foul,  he  keeps  thy  breath, 

Where  thickcft  dangers  come  ; 
Go  and  return,  fecure  from  death, 
Till  God  commands  thee  home. 

PSALM  CXXI      As  the  i48th  Pfulm. 

God  our  prefewer. 
I  T  TPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
\J    From  God  is  all  my  aid; 
The  God  that  built  the  Ikies, 

And  earth  and  nature  made  : 
God  is  the  tower 
To  which  I  fly  : 
His  grace  is  nigh 
In  every  hour. 

a  My  feet  fhall  never  Aide, 

And  fall  in  fatal  fnares, 

Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide, 

Defends  me  from  my  fears. 

Thofe  wakeful  eye* 

That  never  fleep, 

Shall  Ifrael  keep, 

When  dangers  rife. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 

Nor  biafts  of  evening  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 

If  God  be  with  me  there  : 
Thou  art  my  fun, 
And  thou  my  fhade, 
To  guard  my  head 

By  night  or  noon. 

4  Haft  thou  not  given  thy  word 

To  fave  my  foul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  trult  my  Lord 

To  keep  my  mortal  breath  ; 
I'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die, 
Till  from  on  high 

Thou  call  me  home. 


PSALMS.  241 

PSALM     CXXII.     Common    Metre. 
Going  to  church. 
I   TTOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
XjL  My  friends  devoutly  fay, 
"  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 

"  And  keep  the  folemn  day." 

%  I  love  the  gates,  I  love  the  road ; 

The  church,  adorn'd  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  fhew  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joy  unknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 
The  fnn  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  fits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praifes  and  complaints  ^ 

And,  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  finners  from  the  faints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  facred  place, 

And  joy  a  conftant  gueft  ! 
With  holy  gifts  and  heav'nly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  bleft  ! 

6  My  foul  fhall  pray  for  Zion  ftill, 

While  life  or  breath  remains  ; 
There  my  heft  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
There  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 

PSALM  CXXII.  Proper  tune. 

Going  to  church. 

I  T  TOW  pleas'd  and  blefs'd  was  I, 

XJL  To  hear  the  people  cry, 
♦*  Come,  let  usfeek  our  God  to-day! 

Yes — with  a  cheerful  zeal 

We  hafte  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honors  pay. 

3  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 

Adorn'd  with  wondrous  grace, 
And  walls  of  ftrength  embrace  thee  round ; 

In  thee  our  tribes  appear 

To  pray,  and  praife,  and  hear 
The  facred  gofpel's  joyful  found. 


*4*  PSALMS. 

3  There  David's  greater  fon 
Has  hVd  his  greater  throne, 

He  fits  for  grace  and  judgment  there  ; 

He  bids  the  faints  be  glad, 

He  makes  the  finner  fad, 
And  humble  fouls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait 

To  blefs  the  foul  of  every  gueft 
The  man  that  feeks  thy  peace, 
And  wifhes  thine  increafe, 

A  thoufand  bleffings  on  him  reft ! 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 
"  Peace  to  this  facred  houfe!" 

"  Forhere  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell ! 
"  And  fince  my  glorious  God 
"  Makes  thee  his  bleft  abode, 

"  My  foul  fhall  ever  love  thee  well.'" 

Repeat  the  Ajh  Jianza  to  complete  the  tune. 

PSALM  CXXIII.  Common  Metre. 
Pleading  "with  fubmijjion. 
I   f~\  THOU  whofe  grace  andjuftice  reign 

V-/  Enthron'd  above  the  Ikies, 
„  To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  pain, 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes. 

a  As  fervants  watch  their  mafter's  hand, 

And  fear  the  angry  ftroke  ; 

Or  maids  before  their  miftrefs  ftand, 

And  wait  a  peaceful  look  : 

3  So  for  our  fins,  we  juftly  feel 

Thy  difcipline,  O  God; 
Yet  wait  the  gracious  moment  ftill, 
'Till  thou  remove  the  rod. 

4  Thofe  that  in  wealth  and  pleafure  live, 

Our  daily  groans  deride, 
And  thy  delays  of  mercy  give 
Frefh  courage  to  their  pride. 

$  Our  foes  infult  up,  but  or. r  "hope 
In  thy  ccmr  ;ffi.n  .ie- ; 
This  thought  fhall      ar,  our  fpirits  ttp, 
That  God  will  not  defpife. 


PSALMS.  243 

PSALM     CXXIV.     Common  Metre. 
God  gives  viSiory. 
I   TTAD  not  the  God  of  truth  and  love, 
JL  X    When  hofts  againft  us  rofe, 
Difplay'd  his  vengeance  from  above, 
And  cruftVd  the  conquering  foes. 

2-  Their  armies  like  a  raging  flood, 

Had  fvvept  the  guardlefs  land, 
Deftroy'd  on  earth  his  blefs'd  abode, 
And  'whelmed  our  feeble  band. 

3  But  fafe  beneath  his  fpreading  fliield 

His  fons  fecurely  reft, 
Defy  the  dangers  of  the  field, 

And  bare  the  fearlefs  breaft. 

4  And  now  our  fouls  fliall  blefs  the  Lord, 

Who  broke  the  deadly  fnare ; 
Who  fav'd  us  from  the  murdering  fword, 
And  made  our  lives  his  care. 

5  Our  help  is  in  Jehovab's  name, 

Who  form'd  the  heaVns  above  ; 
He  that  fupports  her  wondrous  frame, 
Can  guard  his  church  by  love. 

PSALM     CXXV.     Common  Metre, 
The  faint's  trial  and  fafety. 
I   T  TNSHAKEN  as  the  facred  hill, 
vJ    And  firm,  as  mountains  ftand, 
Firm,  as  a  rock,  the  foul  fiiall  reft 
That  trufts  th'  almighty  hand. 

S  Not  walls  nor  hiils  coute  guard  fo  well 
Old  Salem's  happy  ground, 
As  thofe  eternal  arms  of  love, 
That  ev'ry  faint  furround. 

3  While  tyrants  are  a  fmarting  fcourge, 

To  drive  them  near  to  God, 
Divine  compaflion  will  affuage 
The  fury  of  the  rod. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  fouls  fincerc, 

And  lead  them  fafely  on 
To  the  bright  gates  of  paradife, 

Where  Chxift  their  Lord  is  gone. 
W 


244  PSALMS. 

5  But  if  we  trace  thofe  crooked  ways 
That  the  old  ferpent  drew, 
The  wrath  that  drove  him  firft  to  hell 
Shall  finite  his  foll'wers  too. 

PSALM     CXXV.     Short  Metre, 
The  faint' s  trial  and  Jafety  ;    or,   Moderated  aJfUB'tohs, 
I  T^IRM  and  unmov'd  are  they 
JL     That  reft  their  fouls  on  God  : 
Firm  as  the  mount  where  David  dwelt, 

Or  where  the  ark  abode* 
1  As  mountains  ftood  to  guard 

The  city's  facred  ground i 
So  God  and  his  almighty  love 

Embrace  his  faints  around. 

3  What  though  the  Father's  rod 

Drop  a  chaftifing  ftroke, 
Yet,  left  it  wound  their  fouls  too  deep, 
Its  fury  fhall  be  broke. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  thofe 

Whofe  faith  and  pious  fear, 

Whofe  hope  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace. 

Proclaim  their  hearts  fincere. 

5  Nor  fhall  the  tyrant's  rage 

Too  long  opprefs  the  faint ; 
The  God  of  Ifrael  will  fupport 
His  children,  left  they  faint. 

6  But  if  our  flavifh  fear 

Will  chufe  the  road  to  hell, 
We  muft  expect  our  portion  there, 
Where  bolder  finners  dwell. 

PSALM     CXXVI.     Long  Metre. 
Surprijing  deliverahce. 
1  *\XTHEN  God  reftor'd  our  captive  ftate, 

V  V     Joy  was  our  fong,  and  grace  our  theme  ', 
The  grace  beyond  our  hopes  fo  great, 
That  joy  appear'd  a  pleafing  dream. 
%  The  fcoffer  owns  thy  hand,  and  pays 
Unwilling  honors  to  thy  name'; 
While  we  with  pleafure  lhout  thy  praife, 
With  cheerful  notes  thy  love  proclaim. 


PSALMS.  S4$ 

3  When  we  review  our  difmal  fears, 

'Twas  hard  to  think  they'll  vanifh  fo  ; 
With  God  we  left  our  flowing  tears, 

He  makes  our  joys  like  rivers  flow. 

4  The  man  that  in  his  furrow' d  field, 

His  fcatter'd  feed  with  fadnefs  leaves, 
Will  fhout  to  fee  the  harveft  yield 

A  welcome  load  of  joyful  {heaves. 

PSALM     CXXVI.     Common  Metre. 

the  joy    of  a   remarkable  converfion  ;   or,  Melancholy    re* 
moved. 

I   "TT7"HEN  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name; 
VV     And  chang'd  my  mournful  ftate, 
My  rapture  feem'd  a  pleafing  dream, 
The  grace  appeared  fo  great. 

%  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 
And  did  thy  hand  confefs ; 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  {trains, 
And  fung  furprifing  grace. 

3  "  Great  is  the  work/'  my  neighbours  cry'd, 
v       And  own'd  the  powV  divine  ; 

"  Great  is  the  work,"  my  heart  reply'd, 
"  And  be  the  glory  thine." 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkeft  fkies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 
Make  drops  of  facred  forrow  rife 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  thofe  that  fow  in  fadnefs  wait 

'Till  the  fair  harveft  come, 
They  fhall  confefs  their  {heaves  are  great, 
And  fhout  the  bleffmgs  home. 

6  Though  feed  lie  bury'd  long  in  duft, 

It  fha'n't  deceive  their  hope  ! 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  loft, 
For  grace  infures  the  crop. 


*46  PSALMS. 

PSALM     CXXVII.     Long  Metre. 

The  blejftng  of  God  on  the  bufmefs  and  comforts  of  life. 
I   TF  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  coft 

X  And  pains  to  build  the  houfe  are  loft ; 

If  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 

The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  fleep. 
3  What  though  we  rife  before  the  fun, 

And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  done, 

Careful  and  fparing  eat  our  bread, 

To  fhun  that  poverty  we  dread. 

3  'Tu  all  in  vain,  'till  God  hath  blefs'd ; 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  reft  ; 
On  God,  our  fov'reign,  ftill  depends 
Our  joy  in  children  and  in  friends  : 

4  Happy  the  man  to  whom  he  fends 
Obedient  children,  faithful  friends  : 
How  fweet  our  daily  comforts  prove 
When  they  are  feafon'd  with  his  love  ! 

PSALM     CXXVII.     Common  Metre. 
God  all  in  all. 
I   TF  God  to  build  the  houfe  deny, 
X  The  builders  work  in  vain  ; 
And  towns,  without  his  wakeful  eye, 
An  ufelefs  watch  maintain. 
Z  Before  the  morning  beams  arife, 
Your  painful  work  renew, 
And  till  the  ftars  afcend  the  fkies 
Your  tirefome  toil  purfue. 
3  Short  be  your  fleep,  and  coarfe  your  fare  ; 
In  vain,  'til  God  has  blefs'd ; 
But  if  his  fmiles  attend  your  ear, 
You  fhall  have  food  and  reft. 
\  Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friends, 
Shall  real  bleffings  prove, 
Nor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  fends, 
If  feat  without  his  love. 


PSALMS.  247 

PSALM    CXXVIII.  Common  Metre. 
Family  blejfmgs. 
I  |^v  HAPPY  man,  whofe  foul  is  fill'd 
V/   With  zeal  and  rev'rend  awe ! 
His  lips  to  God  their  honors  yield, 
His  life  adorns  the  law. 

a  A  careful  providence  fhall  ftand 
And  ever  guard  thy  head,  » 
Shall  on  the  labours  of  thy  hand 
Its  kindly  bleffings  fhed. 

3  Thy  wife  fhall  be  a  fruitful  vine ; 

Thy  children,  round  thy  board, 
Each  like  a  plant  of  honor,  fhine, 
And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 

4  The  Lord  fhall  thy  beft  hopes  fulfil, 

For  months  and  years  to  come  ; 
The  Lord  who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill 
Shall  fend  thee  bleffings  home. 

5  This  is  the  man  whofe  happy  eyes 

Shall  fee  his  houfe  mcreafe, 
Shall  fee  the  finking  church  arife, 
Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 

PSALM    CXXIX.    Common  Metre. 
Perfecntors  piifi'Jhed. 

1  "1 "  TP  from  my  youth,  may  Ifrael  fay, 

KJ    Have  I  been  nurs'd  in  tears ; 

My  griefs  were  conftant  as  the  day, 

And  tedious  as  the  years. 

2  Up  from  my  youth  I  bore  the  rage 

Of  all  the  fons  of  ftrife ; 
Oft  they  affail'd  my  riper  age, 
But  God  preferv'd  my  life . 

3  O'er  all  my  frame  their  cruel  dart 

Its  painful  wounds  imprefs'd  ; 
Hourly  they  vex'd  my  fainting  heart, 
Nor  let  my  forrows  reft. 

4  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  throne, 

And,  with  impartial  eye, 
Meafur'd  the  mifchiefs  they  had  done, 
Then  let  his  arrows  fly. 
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348  PSALMS. 

5  How  was  their  infolence  furpris'd, 

To  hear  his  thunders  roll ! 
And  all  the  foes  of  Zion  feiz'd 
"With  horror  to  the  foul. 

6  Thus  fhall  the  men  that  hate  the  faints 

Be  blafted  from  the  fky  ; 
Their  glory  fades,  their  courage  faints, 

And  all  their  profpects  die. 
[7  What  though  they  flourifh  tall  and  fair, 

They  have  no  root  beneath ; 
Their  growth  fhall  perifh  in  defpair, 

And  lie  defpis'd  in  death.] 

[8  So  corn  that  on  the  houfe-top  ftands, 
No  hope  of  harveft  gives ; 
The  reaper  ne'er  fhall  fill  his  hands, 
Nor  binder  fold  the  fheaves.] 

PSALM    CXXX.  Common  Metre. 
Pardoning  grace. 

1  0UT  °f  the  deePsof  IonS  difhefs. 
V^J  The  borders  of  defpair, 

I  fent  my  cries  to  feek  thy  grace, 

My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 

2  Great  God,  fhould  thy  feverer  eye, 

And  thine  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  iniquity, 

No  mortal  flefh  could  ftard. 

3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God 

For  crimes  of  high  degree  ; 
Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 
[4  I  wait  for  thy  falvation.  Lord, 
With  ftrong  defires  I  wait ; 
My  foul,  invited  by  thy  word, 
Stands  watching  at  thy  gate.! 
[5  Juft  as  the  guards  that  keep  the  night 
Long  for  the  morning  ikies, 
Watch  the  firfc  beams  of  breaking  light, 
And  meet  thera  with  their  eyes; 


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6  So  waits  my  foul  to  fee  thy  grace, 

And  more  intent  than  they, 

Meets  the  firft  openings  of  thy  face, 

And  finds  a  brighter  day.] 

7  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Ifrael  truft, 

Let  Ifrael  feek  his  face  ; 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  juft, 
And  plenteous  in  his  grace. 

8  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 

For  finners  long  enflav'd ; 
The  great  Redeemer  is  his  fon  : 
And  Ifrael  fhall  be  fav'd. 
PSALM     CXXX.     Long  Metre. 
Pardoning  grace. 
I  T7ROM  deep  diftrefs  and  troubled  thoughts, 
JL    To  thee  my  God,  I  rais'd  my  cries  : 
If  thou  feverely  mark  our  faults, 
No  flefh  can  ftand  before  thine  eyes. 
2,  But  thou  haft  built  thy  throne  of  grace 
Free  to  difpenfe  thy  pardons  there, 
That  finners  may  approach  chy  face, 
And  hope,  and  love,  as  well  as  fear. 

3  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait, 

And  long  and  wifh  for  breaking  day — 
So  waits  my  foul  before  thy  gate  ; 
When  will  my  God  his  face  difplay  ! 

4  My  truffc  is  fix'd  upon  thy  word, 
Nor  fhall  I  truft  thy  word  in  vain  : 
Let  mourning  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 

5  Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace, 
Through  the  redemption  of  his  Son  : 
He  turns  our  feet  from  finful  ways, 
And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done. 

PSALM   CXXXI.  Common  Metre, 
HumilltM  and  fubmijfton. 
S  there  ambition  in  my  heart  ! 
Search,  gracious  God,  and  fee  ; 
Or  do  I  act  a  haughty  part  ? 
Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 


I 


*J°  PSALMS. 

2  I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  ftill, 

And  all  my  carriage  mild, 
Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 
And  peaceful  as  a  child. 

3  The  patient  foul,  the  lowly  mind, 

Shall  have  a  large  reward  : 
Let  faints  in  forrow  lie  refign'd, 
And  truft  a  faithful  Lord. 

PSALM  CXXXII.  ver.  5,    r3,~i8.    Long  Metre. 

At  the  Settlement  of  a   church  J   or,    The  ordination  of  a 

minijler. 

1  "W7*HERE  lha11  We  S°  to  feek  and  find 

>  V      An  habitation  for  our  God, 
A  dwelling  for  th'  eternal  mind 

Among  the  fons  of  flefh  and  blood  ? 

2  The  God  of  Jacob  chofe  the  hill 

Of  Zion  for  his  ancient  reft ; 
And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  ftill, 

His  church  is  with  his  prefence  blefs'd. 

3  "  Here  I  will  fix  my  gracious  throne, 

"  And  reign  forever,"  faith  the  Lord  : 
"  Here  fhall  my  pow'r  and  love  be  known, 
"  Andbleffings  fhall  attend  my  word. 

4  "  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor, 

"  And  fill  their  fouls  with  living  bread ; 
'  Sinners,  that  wait  before  my  door, 

"  With  fweet  provifions  fhall  be  fed. 

5  "  Girded  with  truth,  and  cloath'd  with  grace 

«  My  priefts,  my  minifters,  fhall  fhine  :  ' 
•  Not  Aaron,  in  his  coftly  drefs, 

"  Appears  fo  glorious  and  divine. 

6  «  The  faints,  unable  to  contain 

«  ^u"  Theirj.nward  Joys,  fhall  fhout  and  fing; 
The  Son  or  David  here  fhall  reign, 
"  And  Zion  triumph  in  her  King." 
[7  Jcfus  fhall  fee  a  numerous  feed 

Born  here,  t'  uphold  his  glorious  name  5 
His  crown  fhall  flourifh  on  his  head, 

While  all  his  foes  are  cloath'd  with  fliamc] 


PSALMS.  1S1 

P  S  A  L  M   CXXXII.  ver.  4,  5,  7>  8,  15,-17. 


<N 


Common  Metre. 
A  church  ejlablijhed. 
O  fleep  nor  flumber  to  his  eyes 


Good  David  would  afford, 
'Till  he  had  found  below  the  Ikies 
A  dwelling  for  the  Lord. 

2,  The  Lord  in  Zion  plac'd  his  name, 
His  ark  was  fettled  there  : 
And  there  th'  affembled  nation  came 
To  worihip  thrice  a  year. 

3  We  trace  no  more  thofe  toilfome  ways, 

Nor  wander  far  abroad  ; 
Where'er  thy  people  meet  for  praife, 
There  is  a  houfe  for  God.] 

PAUSE. 

4  Arife,  O  King  of  grace,  ari'fe, 

And  enter  to  thy  reft, 
Lo  !  thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes, 
Thus  to  be  own'd  and  blefs'd. 

5  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  fpirit  and  thy  word  ; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  fuch  grace  afford. 

6  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows, 

Here  let  thy  praife  be  fpread  ; 
Blefs  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe, 
And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

7  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God's  anointed  fhine 
Juftice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  pow'r  divine. 

8  Here  let  him  hold  a  lafting  throne  ; 

And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Frelh  honors  fhall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  fhame  confound  his  foes. 


W-  PSALMS. 

PSALM  CXXXIII.  Common  Metre, 
Brotherly  love. 
I    T    O  !  what  an  entertaining  fight 
-Li   Thofe  friendly  brethren  prove, 
Whofe  cheerful  heart  in  bands  unite 
Of  harmony  and  love. 

a  Where  ftreams  of  blefs  from  Chrift  the  fpnng 
Defcend  to  ev'ry  foul, 
And  heav'nly  peace  with  balmy  wing 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole  : 

3  'Tis  like  the  oil  divinely  fweet 

On  Aaron's  rev'rend  head, 
The  trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  feet, 
And  o'er  his  garments  fpread. 

4  'Tis  pleafant  as  the  morning  dews 

'1  hat  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
Where  God  his  mildeft  glory  fhew?, 
And  makes  his  grace  diflil. 

PSALM  CXXXIII.     Short  Metre. 
Communion  of  faints  ;    or,   Love    and  nvorjhip  in  a  family, 
?    T>LESS'D  are  the  fons  of  peace, 
XJ   Whofe  hearts  and  hopes  are  one, 
Whofc  kind  defigns  to  ferve  and  pleafe 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 
%  Blefs'd  is  the  pious  houfe 

Where  zeal  and  friendlhip  meet, 
Their  fnngs  of  praife,  their  mingled  vows, 
Make  their  communion  fweet. 

3  Thus.,  when  en  Aaron'*  head 

They  pour'd  the  rich  perfume, 
The  oil  through  all  his  raiment  fpread, 
And  pleafure  fill'd  the  room. 

4  Thus  on  the  heav'nly  hills 

The  faints  are  blefs'd  above, 
Where  joy,  like  morning  dew,  diftils, 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 


PSALMS.  453 

PSALM     CXXXIII.     As  the  I22d  Pfalin. 
The  blejjings  of  friendjhipi 
OW  pleafant  'tis  to  fee 


«H 


Kindred  and  friends  agree, 
Each  in  his  proper  ftation  move> 

And  each  fulfil  his  part 

"With  fympathifing  heart, 
In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love* 

7,  'Tis  like  an  ointment  fhed 

On  Aaron's  facred  head, 
Divinely  rich,  divinely  fweet ; 

The  oil  through  all  the  room 
Diffused  a  choice  perfume, 
Ran  through  his  rohes,  and  blefs'd  his  feet* 

3  Like  fruitful  fhowers  of  rain 

That  water  all  the  plain, 
Defcendingrfrom  the  neighbouring  hills; 

Such  ftreams  of  pleafure  roll 

Through  every  friendly  foul, 
Where  love  like  heav'nly  dew  diftils. 

Repeat  the  frjl  Jlanza  to  complete  the  tunei 

PSALM     CXXXIV.     Common  Metre* 

Daily  and  nightly  devotions. 

i   ~\7"E  that  obey  th'  immortal  king, 
JL     Attend  his  holy  place  ; 
Eow  to  the  glories  of  his  pow'r, 
And  blefs  his  wondrous  grace. 

1  Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning  light, 
And  fend  your  fouls  on  high ; 
Raife  your  admiring  thoughts  by  night 
Above  the  ftarry  fky. 

3  The  God  of  Zion  cheers  our  hearts 
With  rays  of  quickening  grace  ; 
The  God  that  fpreads  the  heav'ns  abroad, 
And  rules  the  fwelling  feas* 


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354  PSALMS, 

PSALM  CXXXV.  ver.  i,_4, 14, 19,-21.  Firft  part. 
Long  Metre. 
The  church  is    God's  hoi/fe  and  care. 
(RAISE  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name, 
While  in  his  earthly  courts  ye  wait, 
Ye  faints  that  to  his  houfe  belong, 
Or  {land  attending  at  his  gate. 
4  Praife  ye  the  Lord,  the  Lord  is  good  ; 

To  praife  his  name  is  fwcet  employ  : 
Ifrael  he  chofe  of  old,  and  ftill 

His  church  is  his  peculiar  joy. 

3  The  Lord  himfelf  will  judge  his  faints ; 

He  treats  his  fervants  as  his  friends'; 
And  when  he  hears  their  fore  complaints, 
Repents  the  forrows  that  he  fends. 

4  Through  ev'ry  age  the  Lord  declares 

His  name,  and  breaks  th'  oppreffor's  rod  ; 
He  gives  his  fullering  fervants  reft, 

And  will  be  known  th'  Almighty  God. 

5  Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  who  tafte  his  love, 

People  and  priefts  exalt  his  name  : 
Amongft  his  faints  he  ever  dwells ; 
His  church  is  his  Jerufalem.  ' 

PSALM    CXXXV.  ver.  5,-12.  Second  part. 
The  -works  of  creation,  providence,  redemption  of  Ifrael,  and 

defruclion  of  enemies. 
I   r^i  REAT  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high 
\J  Above  all  powers  and  every  throne  ; 
Whatever  he  pleafe  in  earth  and  fea, 

Or  heav'n  or  hell,  his  hand  hath  done, 
a  At  his  command  the  vapours  rife, 

The  light'nings  flafli,  the  thunders  roar  ; 
He  pours  the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind 
And  tempcfts  from  his  airy  {lore. 
3  'Twas  he  thofe  dreadful  tokens  fent, 

O  Egypt,  thro'  thy  ftubborn  land  ; 
When  all  thy  firft-born,  beafts  and  men, 
Fejl  dead  by  his  avenging  hand. 


PSALMS.  255 

4  What  mighty  nations,  mighty  kings 

He  flew,  and  their  whole  country  gave 
To  Ifrael,  whom  his  hand  redeem'd, 

No  more  to  be  proud  Pharaoh's  flave  1 

5  His  power  the  fame,  the  fame  his  grace, 

That  faves  U8  from  the  hofts  of  hell  : 
And  heav'n  he  gives  us  to  poffefs, 
Whence  the  apoflate  angels  fell. 

PSALM     CXXXV.     Common  Metre. 

Praife  due  to  God,  not  to  idols. 

1  A   WAKE,  ye  faints — To  praife  your  King 
Jr\-   Your  fweeteft  paflions  raife  ; 

Your  pious  pleafure,  while  you  ling, 
Increafing  with  the  praife. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord ;  and  works  unknown 

Are  his  divine  employ  : 
But  ftill  his  faints  are  near  his  throne, 
His  treafure  and  his  joy. 

3  Heav'n,  earth,  and  fea  confefs  his  hand  : 

He  bids  the  vapours  rife  ! 
Light'ning  and  ftornij  at  his  command, 
Sweep  through  the  founding  fkies. 

4  All  power  that  gods  or  kings  have  claim'd 

Is  found  with  him  alone  ; 
But  heathen  gods  Ihould  ne'er  be  nam'd 
Where  our  Jehovah's  known. 

5  Which  of  the  flocks  and  ftones  they  truft 

Can  give  them  fliowers  of  rain  ? 
In  vain  they  worfliip  glitt'ring  duft, 
And  pray  to  God  in  vain. 

[6  Their  gods  have  tongues  that  fpeechlefs  prove* 
Such  as  their  makers  gave  : 
Their  feet  were  never  formM  to  move, 
Nor  hands  have  power  to  fave. 

7  Blind  are  their  eyes,  their  ears  are  deaf, 
Nor  hear  when  mortals  pray  ; 
Mortals,  that  wait  for  their  relief, 
Are  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

X 


aj6  PSALMS. 

8  Ye  nations,  know  the  living  God, 
Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear  ; 
He  makes  the  churches  his  abode, 
And  claims  your  honors  there. 

PSALM    CXXXVI.    Common  Metre. 

God's  ivonders  of  creation,  providence,  redemption  of  Jfrae 
and  falvaiion  of  bis  people. 

I    S~V  IVE  thanks  to  God,  the  fov' reign  Lord  ; 
VjT  "  His  mercies  ftill  endure ;" 
And  be  the  King  of  kings  adored, 
"  His  truth  is  ever  fure." 

1  What  wonders  hath  his  wifdom  done  .' 
"  How  mighty  is  his  hand  ?" 
Heav'n,  earth,  and  fea,  he  framed  alone  $ 
"  How  wide  is  his  command !" 

3  The  fun  fupplies  the  day  with  light ; 

"  How  bright  his  counfels  mine  !" 
The  moon  and  fiars  adorn  the  night ; 
"  His  works  are  all  divine/' 

[4  He  flruck  the  fons-  of  Egypt  dead ; 
u  How  dreadful  is  his  rod  V 
And  thence,  with  joy,  his  people  led; 
"  How  gracious  is  our  God  V 

5  He  cleft  the  dwelling  fea  in  two  ; 

"  His  arm  is  great  in  might ;" 
And  gave  the  tribes  a  paffage  through  ; 
u  His  pow'r  and  grace  unite/' 

6  But  Pharaoh's  army  there  he  drown'd; 

"  How  glorious  are  his  ways •!" 
And  brought  his  faints  through  defert  ground  .' 
"  Eternal  be  his  praiie." 

7  Great  monarchs  fell  beneath  his  hand  ; 

"  Victorious  is  his  fword;" 

While  Ifrael  took  the  promis'd  land  ; 

"  And  faithful  is  his  word."] 

8  He  faw  the  nations  dead  in  fin  ; 

"He  felt  his  pity  move  ;" 
How  fad  the  ftate  the  world  was  in  ! 
"  How  boundleis  was  his  love  !,; 


P  S  A  L  MS.  257 

9  He  fent  to  fave  us  from  our  woe  ; 

"  His  goodnefs  never  fails ;" 
From  death  and  hell,  and  ev'ry  foe  ; 
"  And  ftill  his  gTuce  prevails.''' 

10  Give  thanks  to  God,  the  heav'nly  king ; 

"  His  mercies  ftill  endure  :'; 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  praifes  fing  ; 
"  His  truth  is  ever  fure." 

PSALM     CXXXVL     As  the  148th  Pfa!*i. 

I   /*~N  IVE  thanks  to  God  moft  high, 
VT  The  univerfai  Lord  ; 
The  fov'reign  King  of  kings  : 
And  be  his  grace  ador'd. 

«'  His  pow'r  and  grace 
"  Are  ftill  the  fame  ; 
"  And  let  his  name 

"  Have  endlefs  praife." 

2,  How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 

What  wonders  hath  he  done  ! 
He  form'd  the  earth  and  feas, 
And  fpread  the  heavens  alone. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
"  Shall  ftill  endure  ; 
"  And  ever  fure 

"  Abides  thy  word." 

3  His  wifdom  fram'd  the  fun 

To  crown  the  day  with  light ; 
The  moon  and  twinkling  ftars 
To  cheer  the  darkfome  night. 

"  His  pow'r  and  grace 
"  Are  ftill  the  fame; 
"  And  let  his  name 

"  Have  endlefs  praife." 

[4  He  fmote  the  firft-born  fons, 

The  fiow'r  of  Egypt,  dead  ; 
And  thence  his  chofen  tribes 
With  joy  and  glory  led. 
"  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
"  Shall  ftill  endure  ; 
"  And  ever  fure 

"  Abides  thy  word." 


?58  PSALMS. 

5  His  pow'r  and  lifted  rod 

Cleft  the  Read  fea  in  two  ; 
And  for  his  people  made 

A  wondrous  paffage  through. 

"  His  pow'r  and  grace 
"Are  ftill  the  fame; 
"  And  let  his  name 

"  Have  endlefs  praife." 
6  But  cruel  Pharaoh  there 

With  all  his  hofts  he  drown'd ; 
And  brought  his  Ifrael  fafe 

Through  a  long  defert  ground. 

"  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
"  Shall  ftill  endure  ; 
"  And  ever  fure 

"  Abides  thy  word." 

PAUSE. 

7  The  kings  of  Canaan  fell 

Beneath  his  dreadful  hand  -y 
While  his  own  fervants  took 
Poffeflion  of  their  land. 

"  His  pow'r  and  grace 
"  Are  ftill  the  fame ; 
"  And  let  his  name 

"  Have  endlefs  praife."} 
8  He  faw  the  nations  lie 
All  perifhing  in  fin, 
And  pitied  the  fad  ftate 

The  ruin'd  world  was  in. 

"  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
"  Shall  ftill  eudure  ; 
"  And  ever  fure 

"  Abides  thy  word." 
9  He  fent  his  only  Son 

To  fave  us  from  our  woe, 
From  Satan,  fin,  and  death, 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  foe. 

"  His  pow'r  and  grace 
"  Are  ftill  the  fame  ; 
"  And  let  his  name 

"  Have  endlefs  praife." 


PSALM  S.  259 

10  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 

To  God  the  heav'nly  king  : 
And  let  the  fp acious  earth 

His  works  and  glories  fing. 

"  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
«  Shall  frill  endure  ; 
"  And  ever  fure 

"  Abides  thy  word." 
PSALM    CXXXVI.    Abridged.    Long  Metre. 
[    f^\  IVE  to  our  God  immortal  praife  ! 
\JT   Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways  : 
"  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
"  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong." 

2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown  ; 

"  His  mercies  fhall  endure, 

"  When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  more." 

3  Ke  built  the  earth,  he  fpread  the  fky, 
And  nVd  the  ftarry  lights  on  high  : 

"  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
"  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong." 

4  He  fills  the  fun  with  morning  light, 
He  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night ; 

"  His  mercies  ever  fhall  ensure, 

"  When  funs  and  moons  fhall  fhine  no  more.*' 

5  The  Jews  he  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
And  brought  them  to  the  promis'd  land ; 

"  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
«  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong," 

6  He  law  the  Gentiles  dead  in  fin, 
And  felt  his  pity  move  within: ! 

"  His  mercies  ever  fhall  endure, 

"  When  death  and  fin  fhall  reign  no  more.' 

7  He  fent  his  Son  with  power  to  fave 
From  guilt,  and  darknefs,  and  the  grave. 

"  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
"  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong." 

8  Thro'  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  his  heav'nly  feat : 

"  His  mercies-  ever  fhall  endure,     ' 
"  When  this  vain  world  fhall  be  no  more/' 
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260  PSAI^M  S. 

PSALM     CXXXVII. 

The  Babylonian  captivity. 
I      A   LONG  the  banks  where  Babel's  current  flows, 

«n^  °rlir  Captive  bands  in  deeP  defpondence  ftray'd. 
While  Zion  s  fall  in  fad  remembrance  rofe, 

Her  friends,  her  children  mingled  with  the  dead, 
a  The  tunelefs  harp  that  once  with  joy  we  ftrumr, 

t  T  P2?*  emPloy,d  and  mirth  infpir'd  the  lay, 

In  mournful  filence  on  the  willows  hung  • 

And  growing  grief  prolonged  the  tedious  day. 

3  The  barbarous  tyrants,  to  increafe  the  woe 

With  taunting  fmiles  a  fong  of  Zion  claim; 
Bid  facred  praife  in  ftrains  melodious  flow 

While  they  blafpheme  the  great  Jehovah's  name. 

4  But  how    in  heathen  chains  and  lands  unknown, 
r,  u  S™Uifyael  s  fons  a  fong  of  Zion  raife  ? 

U  naplefs  Salem,  God's  terreftrial  throne 

Thou  land  of  glory,  facred  mount  of  praife. 

5  If  e'er  my  memory  loofe  thy  lovely  name, 

r       If  m/ncoId  heart  neg^ca  my  kindred  race, 
Let  dire  deftrudtion  feize  this  guilty  frame  • 

My  hand  fhall  perifh  and  my  voice  fhall  ceafe. 

6  Yet  fhall  the  Lord,  who  hears  when  Zion  calls 

O'ertake  her  foes  with  terror  and  difmay 
His  arm  avenge  her  defolated  walls, 

And  raife  her  children  to  eternal  day. 
PSALM      CXXXV1II. 
R.Jl'.ring  and  preferring  grace. 

1   W^T?  aU  m}"  P°wers  of  heart  and  tongue 
VV      l  ll  Frajfe  my  Maker  in  my  fone  • 

Angels  fhall  hear  the  notes  I  raife, 

Approve  the  fong;  and  join  the  praife. 
[2  Angels,  that  make  thy  church  their  care, 

Shall  witnefs  my  devotions  there, 

While  holy  zeal  directs  my  eyes 

To  thy  fair  temple  in  the  Ikies.] 
3  111  fing  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord, 

I'll  fing  the  wonders  of  thy  word  ? 

Not  all  the  works  and  names  below, 

So  much  thy  power  and  glory  fhow. 


PSALMS.  26  [ 

4  To  God  I  cry'd  when  troubles  rofe ; 
He  hear'd  me,  and  fubdu'd  my  foes  ; 
He  did  my  rifing  fears  controul, 

And  ftrength  diffus'd  through  all  my  foul. 

5  The  God  of  heav'n  maintains  his  ftate, 
Frowns  on  the  proud,  and  fcorns  the  great ; 
But  from  his  throne  defcends  to  blefs 

The  humble  fouls  that  truit  his  grace. 

6  Amidft  a  thoufand  fnares  I  ffcand 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  foul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

7  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  fave  from  forrows  or  from  fins ; 
The  work  that  wifdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  for  fakes. 

PSALM      CXXXIX.      Firft  part,     Long  Metre. 
The  all-feeing  God. 
ORD,  thou  haft  fearchM  and  feen  me  thro'  ; 


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Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing  view 
My  rifing  and  my  refting  hours, 
My  heart  and  flefn  with  all  their  powers. 

My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  diftinctly  known  ; 
He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  fpeak, 
Ere  from  n^y  op'ning  lips  they  break. 

Within  thy  circling  power  I  ftand, 
On  every  fide  I  find  thy  hand  ; 
Awake,  afleep,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  am  furrounded  ftiil  with  God. 

Amazing  knowledge,  vaft  and  great ! 
What  large  extent  !  what  lofty  height ! 
My  foul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boaft, 
Is  in  the  boundlefs  profpect  loft. 

"  Oh  may  thefe  thoughts  poffefs  my  breaft. 
"  Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft  ; 
"  Nor  let  my  weaker  paffions  dare 
':  Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there." 


*6a  PSALMS. 

PAUSE  the  firft. 

6  Could  I  fo  falfe,  fo  faithlefs  prove, 
To  quit  thy  fervice  and  thy  love, 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  prefence  fhun, 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run  ! 

7  If  up  to  heav'n  I  take  my  flight, 

'Tis  there  thou  dwell'ft  enthroned  in  light ; 
Or  dive  to  hell — there  vengeance  reigns, 
And  Satan  groans  beneath  thy  chains. 

8  If  mounted  on  a  morning  ray 
I  fly  beyond  the  weftern  fea, 

Thy  fwifter  hand  would  firft  arrive, 
And  there  arreft  thy  fugitive. 

9  Or  mould  I  try  to  fhun  thy  fight 
Beneath  the  fpreading  veil  of  night, 
One  glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  ray 
Would  kindle  darknefs  into  day. 

10  '<  Oh  may  thefe  thoughts  poffefs  my  breaft, 
"  Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft ! 

"  Nor  let  my  weaker  paffions  dare 
"  Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there." 

PAUSE  the  fecond. 

11  The  veil  of  night  is  no  difguife, 

No  fcreen  from  thy  all-fearching  eyes ; 
Thy  hand  can  feize  thy  foes  as  foon 
Thro'  midnight  lhades  as  blazing  noon. 

12  Midnight  and  noon  in  this  agree, 
Great  God,  they're  both  alike  to  thee, 
Not  death  can  hide  what  God  will  fpy, 
And  hell  lies  naked  to  his  eye. 

13  "Oh  may  thefe  thoughts  poffefs  my  breaft, 
"  Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft! 

"  Nor  let  my  weaker  paffions  dare 
"  Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there." 
PSALM    CXXXIX.    Second  part.    Long  Metre. 

The  wonderful  formation  of  man. 
I   'HP WAS  from  thy  hand,  my  God,   I  came, 
X     A  work  of  fQch  a  curious  frame  ; 
In  me  thy  fearful  wonders  fhine, 
And  each  proclaims  thy  (kill  divine. 


PSALMS.  26$ 

4  Thine  eyes  did  all  my  limbs  furvey, 
Which  yet  in  dark  confufion  lay  : 
Thou  faw'ft  the  daily  growth  they  took, 
Form'd  by  the  model  of  thy  book. 

3  By  thee  my  growing  parts  were  nam'd, 
And  what  thy  fov'reign  counfels  fram'd, 
The  breathing  lungs,  the  beating  heart, 
Was  copied  with  unerring  art. 

4  At  laft,  to  fhew  my  Maker's  name, 
God  ftamp'd  his  image  on  my  frame, 
And  in  fome  unknown  moment,,  join' d 
The  fmifh'd  members  of  the  mind. 

3  There  the  young  feeds  of  thought  began, 
And  all  the  paflions  of  the  man, 
Great  God,  our  infant  nature  pays 
Immortal  tribute  to  thy  praife. 
PAUSE. 

6  Lord,  fince  in  my  advancing  age, 
I've  a6ted  on  life's  bufy  ftage, 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  to  me  furmount 
The  power  of  numbers  to  recount. 

7  I  couid  furvey  the  ocean  o'er, 

And  count  each  fand  that  makes  the  fhore, 

Before  my  fwifteft  thoughts  could  trace 

The  numerous  wonders  of  thy  grace. 
-2  Thefe  on  my  heart  are  ftill  impreft, 

With  thefe  I  give  my  eyes  to  reft  ; 

And  at  my  waking  hour  I  find 

God  and  his  love  poffefs,  my  mind. 
PSALM     CXXXIX.    Third  part.    Long  Metre. 
Sincerity  prof efed,   and  grace  tried ;    or,    "The   heart-fearch- 
ing  God. 

1  "|\/f  Y  God,  what  inward   grief  I  feel, 
lVJL  When  impious  men  tranfgrefs  thy  will ! 
1  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  profane 

Take  thy  tremendous  name  in  vain. 

2  Does  not  my  foul  deteft  and  hate 
The  fons  of  malice  and  deceit  ? 
Thofe  that  oppofe  thy  laws,  and  thee, 
I  count  for  enemies  to  me. 


264  PSALMS. 

3  Lord,  fearch  my  foul,  try  every  thought— 
1  hough  my  own  heart  accufe  me  not 

Of  walking  in  a  falfe  difguife, 
I  beg  the  trial  of  thine  eyes. 

4  Doth  fecret  mifchief  lurk  within  ? 
Do  I  indulge  fome  unknown  fin  ? 
Oh  !   turn  my  feet  whene'er  I  ftray, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  perfect  way. 

PSALM    CXXXIX.    Firftpart.    Common  Metre. 

■God  is  every  ivhere. 
l    TN  all  my  vail  concerns  with  thee, 
A  In  vain  my  foul  would  try 
To  fhun  thy  prefence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 
a  Thy  all-furrounding  fight  furveys 
My  rifing  and  my  reft, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  fecrets  of  my  breaft. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 

Before  they're  form'd  within  ; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  fenfe  I  mean. 

4  Oh !  wondrous  knowledge !  deep  and  high ! 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
IncWd  on  every  fide. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  furround  me  ftill, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  foul  from  every  ill, 
Secur'd  by  fov'reign  love. 

PAUSE. 

6  Lord,  where  fhall  guilty  fouls  retire, 

Forgotten  and  unknown  ? — 
In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire, 
In  heav'n  thy  glorious  throne. 

7  Should  I  fupprefs  my  vital  breath, 

To  'fcape  the  wrath  divine, 
Thy  voice  would  break  the  bars  of  death, 
And  make  the  grave  refign. 


PSALMS.  *(>$ 

8  If,  wing'd  with  beams  of  morning  light, 

I  fly  beyond  the  weft, 
Thy  hand,  which  mull  fupport  my  flight, 
Would  foon  betray  my  reft. 

9  If  o'er  my  fins  I  think  to  draw 

The  curtains  of  the  night, 
The  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law 
Would  turn  the  fhades  to  light. 

f  o  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hour 
Are  both  alike  to  thee  : — 
Oh  !  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  power 
From  which  I  cannot  flee. 

PSALM  CXXXIX.  Second  part.  Common  Metre, 

The  ivifdom  of  God  in  the  formation  of  man. 

I    TTTHEN  I,  with  pleafing  wonder,  ftand, 
VV     And  all  my  frame  furvey, 
Lord!   'tis  thy  work — I  own,  thy  hand 
Thus  built  my  humble  clay. 

%  Thy  hand  my  heart  and  reins  poffefs'd, 
Where  unborn  nature  grew ; 
Thy  wifdom  all  my  features  trac'd, 
And  all  my  members  drew. 

3  Thine  eye  with  niceft  care  furvey  Td 

The  growth  of  every  part ; 
Till  the  whole  icheme,  thy  thoughts  had  laid. 
Was  copy'd  by  thy  art. 

4  Heav'n,  earth  and  fea,  and  fire  and  wind 

Shew  me  thy  wondrous  fkill  ; 
But  I  review  myfelf,  and  find 
Diviner  wonders  ftill. 

5  Thy  awful  glories  round  me  fhine, 

My  fiefh  proclaims  thy  praife  r 
Lord,  to  thy  works  of  nature  join: 
Thy  miracles  of  grace. 


266  PSALM  S. 

PSALM    CXXXIX.    ver.  14,17,18.    Third  part. 
Common  Metre. 

The  mercies  of  God  innumerable. 

An  evening  Pfalm. 
I    T    ORD,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er, 
JLj   They  ftrike  me  with  furprife  ; 
Not  all  the  fands  that  fpread  the  fhore, 
To  equal  numbers  rife. 

1  My  flefh  with  fear  and  wonder  Hands, 
The  produ<ft  of  thy  fcill ; 
And  hourly  bleffings  from  thy  hands 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 
3  Thefe  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep  ; 
How  kind,  how  dear  to  me  ! 
Oh  !  may  the  hour  that  ends  my  fleep 
Still  find  my  thoughts  with  thee. 

PSALM     CXL.     Common  Metre. 

I   TJROTECT  us,  Lord,  from  fatal  harm  ! 
JL      Behold  our  rifing  woes  ; 
We  truft  alone  thy  powerful  arm, 
To  fcatter  al]  our  foes. 

%  Their  tongue  is  like  a  poifoned  dart, 
'  Their  thoughts  are  full  of  guile, 
While  rage  and  carnage  fwell  their  heart. 
They  wear  a  peaceful  fmile. 

5  O  God  of  grace,  thy  guardian  care, 
When  foes  without  invade, 
Or  fpread  within  a  deeper  fnare, 
Supplies  our  conftant  aid. 

\  Let  falfehood  flee  before  thy  face, 
Thy  heav'nly  truth  extend, 
All  nations  taile  thy  heav'nly  grace, 
And  all  delufion  end. 

With  daily  bread  the  poor  fupply  ; 

The  caufe  of  juftice  plead, 
And  be  thy  church  exalted  high, 

With  Chrift  the  glorious  he  id. 


PSALMS.  267 

PSALM  CXLI.  ver.    2,-5.     Long  Metre. 
Watchfulnejs  and  brotherly  love. 

A  morning   or    evening  pfalm. 
Y  God,  accept  my  early  vows, 


1M 


Like  morning  incenfe  in  thine  houfe, 
And  let  my  nightly  worfhip  rife 
Sweet  as  the  ev'ning  fac'rifice. 

%  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them,  Lord, 
From  every  rdh  and  heedlefs  word  ; 
Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  path  where  finners  lead; 

3  Oh  may  the  righteous,  when  I  ftray, 

'  Smite  and  reprove  my  wandering  way  ! 
Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  fhed, 
Shall  never  hruife,   but  cheer  my  head. 

4  When  I  behold  them  prefs'd  with  grief, 
I'll  cry  to  heav'n  for  their  relief  ; 
And,  by  my  warm  petitions,  prove 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 

PSALM    CXLIf.  Common  Metre. 

God  is   iht  hope  of  the  helplefs. 

1  rT~,0  God  I  made  my  forrows  known, 
A      From  God  I  fought  relief; 
In  long  complaints  before  his  throne 
I  pour'd  out  all  my  grief. 

%  My  foul  was  overwhelmed  with  woes, 
My  heart  began  to  break ; 
My  God,   who  all  my  burdens  knows, 
Beholds  the  way  I  take. 

3  On  every  fide  I  call  my  eye, 

And  found  my  helpers  gone, 
While  friends  and  icrarjgers  pafs'd  me  by 
Negleded  or  unknown. 

4  Then  did  I  raife  a  louder  cry, 

And  callM  thy  mercy  near, 
"  Thou  art  my  portion  when  I  die, 
"  Be  thcumy  refuge  here." 
Y 


*68  p  s  A  L  M  S. 

5  Lord,  I  am  brought  exceeding  low, 

Now  let  thine  ear  attend, 
And  make  my  foes,  who  vex  me,  know 
I've  an  almighty  friend. 

6  From  my  fad  prifon  fet  me  free, 

Then  fhall  I  praife  thy  name, 
And  holy  men  mall  join  with  me, 
Thy  kindnefs  to  proclaim. 

PSALM  CXLIII.  Long  Metre. 
Complaint  of  heavy  ajflifiions  in  mind  and  body. 

1   T\/TY  rignteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God, 
LVJL  Hear,  when  I  fpread  my  hands  abroady 
And  cry  for  fuccour  from  thy  throne-*- 
Oh !  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known. 

%  Let  judgment  not  againft  mc  pafs ; 
Behold  thy  fervant  pleads  thy  grace — 
Should  juftke  call  us  to  thy  bar, 
No  man  alive  is  guiltlefs  there. 

3  Look  down  in  pity,  Lord,  and  fee 
The  mighty  woes  that  burthen  me : 
My  wafting  life  draws  near  the  grave  ; 
Make  bare  thine  arm — thy  fervant  fave. 

4  I  dwell  in  darknefs  and  unfeen — 
My  heart  is  defolate  within  ; 

My  thoughts  in  mufing  filence  trace 
The  antient  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  Thence  I  derive  a  glimpfe  of  hope 
To  bear  my  finking  fpirits  up  ; 

I  ftretch  my  hands  to  God  again, 
And  thirft  like  parched  lands  for  rain. 

6  For  thee  I  thirft,  I  pray,  I  mourn — 
When  will  thy  fmiiing  face  return  ? 
Shall  all  my  joys  on  earth  remove, 
And  God  forever  hide  his  love  ? 

7  My  God,  thy  long  delay  to  fave, 
Will  fink  thy  prisoner  to  the  grave  : 

My  heart  grows  faint,  and  dim  mine  eye  ; 
Make  hafte  to  help  before  I  die  ; 


PSALMS.  369 

8  The  night  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
Diftrefiing  pains,  diftratfting  fears; 
Oh  !  might  I  hear  thy  morning  voice, 
How  would  my  wearied  powers  rejoice  ! 

9  In  thee  I  truft,  to  thee  I  figh, 
And  lift  my  weary  foul  on  high  ; 
For  thee  fit  waiting  all  the  day, 
And  wear  the  tirefome  hours  away. 

10  Break  off  my  fetters,  Lord,  and  fhow 
The  path  in  which  my  feet  fhould  go  : 
If  fnares  and  foes  befet  the  road, 
I  flee  to  hide  me  near  my  God, 

J I  Teaeh  me  to  do  thy  holy  will, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heav'nly  hill ; 
Let  the  good  fpirit  of  thy  love 
Conduct  me  to  thy  courts  above. 

1 2  Then  fhall  my  foul  no  more  complain, 
The  tempter  then  fhall  rage  in  vain  ; 
And  flefh,  and  fin,  my  foes  before, 
Shall  never  vex  my  fpirit  more. 

PSALM  CXLIV.    ver.  1,  %.  Firft  part. 
Common  Metre. 

AJJipance  and  viftory  in  the  fpiritual  ■•warfare. 

I  TpOREVER  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 
Jl     My  Saviour  and  my  fhield  ! 
He  fends  his  fpirit  with  his  word, 
To  arm  me  for  the  field. 

a  When  fin  and  hell  their  force  unite, 
He  makes  my  foul  his  care, 
Inflrucf-s  me  in  the  heav'nly  fight, 
And  guards  me  thro'  the  war, 

3  A  friend  and  helper  fo  divine, 

My  fainting  hope  fhall  raife  ; 
He  makes  the  glorious  vicVry  mine, 
And  his  fhall  be  the  praife. 


*7o  PSALM  S. 

PSALM  CXLIV.  ver.  3,  4,  5,  6.     Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 
The  vanity  of  man,  and  the  condefcention  of  God. 
I   T    ORD,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man, 
JLj   Born  of  the  earth  at  firft  ? 
His  life  a  fhadow,  light  and  vain, 
Still  halting  to  the  dull. 
1   O  what  is  feeble  dying  man, 
Or  all  his  finful  race, 
That  God  fhould  make  it  his  concern 
To  vifit  him  with  grace  ! 

3  That  God,  who  darts  his  lightnings  down, 
Who  fhakes  the  world  above, 
What  terrors  wait  his  awful  frown, 
How  wondrous  is  his  love  ! 

PSALM  CXLIV.  ver.  12,-15.  Third  part- 
Common  Metre. 
Grace  above  riches  ;    or,    The  happy  nation. 
*   TTAPPY  the  city,  where  their  fops, 
J.  JL  Like  pillars  round  a  palace  fet, 
And  daughters,  bright  as  polifh'd  ftones, 
Give  ftrength  and  beauty  to  the  Hate. 
1  Happy  the  land  in  culture  dreft, 

Whofe  flocks  and  corn  have  large  increafe ; 
Where  men  fecurely  work  or  reft, 

Nor  fons  of  plunder  break  their  peace. 
3   Happy  the  nation  thus  endow'd, 

But  more  divinely  Melt  are  thofe 
On  whom  the  all-fume ient  God 

Himfelf,  with  all  his  grace,  beftows, 

PSALM    CXLV.    Long  Metre. 
The  gre.it/nfs  of  God. 

}  1\/TY  God'. my  Kins' thy  various  praife 

-LVX  Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  : 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
'Till  death  and  glory  raife  the  fong. 
1  The  wings  of  ev'ry  hour  fhall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear ; 
And  ev'ry  fetting  fun  fhall  fee 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 


PSALMS.  iji 

3  Thy  truth  and  juftice  I'll  proclaim; 
Thy  bounty  flows,  an  endlefs  ftream ; 
Thy  mercy  fwift,  thine  anger  flow, 
But  dreadful  to  the  ftuborn  foe. 

4  Thy  works  with  fovVeign  glory  fliine. 
And  fpeak  thy  majefty  divine  ; 

Let  ev'ry  realm  with  joy  proclaim 
The  found  and  honor  of  thy  name. 

5  Let  diftant  times  and  nations  raife 
The  long  iucceflion  of  thy  praife  : 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  fong 
The  joy  and  triumph  of  their  to'ngue. 

6  But  who  can  fpeak  thy  wondrous  deeds  ? 
Thy  greatnefs  all  our  thoughts  exceeds  : 
Vail  and  unfearchable  thy  ways, 
Vaft  and  immortal  be  thy  praife. 

P  S  A  L  M  CXLV.  ver.  1,-7,  11,-13.  Firft  part. 
Common  Metre. 

The  greatnefs  of  God. 

1    T    ONG  as  I  live  I'll  blefs  thy  name, 
JLj   My  King,  my  God  of  love  ; 
My  work  and  joy  ihall  be  the  fame 
In  the  bright  world  above. 

a  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  pow'r  unknown, 
And  let  his  praife  be  great : 
I'll  ling  the  honors  of  his  throne, 
Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  grace  fhall  dwell  upon  my  tongue  ; 

And,  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
The  men  that  hear  my  facred  fong 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

4  Fathers  to  fons  fhall  teach  thy  name, 

And  children  learn  thy  wrays  ; 
Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 
And  nations  found  thy  praife. 

5  Thy  glorious  deeds  of  ancient  date 

Shall  through  the  world  be  known  ; 
Thine  arm  of  pow'r,  thy  heav'nly  ftate, 
With  publie  fplendor  fhown. 
Ya 


*7*  PSALMS. 

6  The  world  is  manag'd  by  thy  hand, 
Thy  faints  are  rul'd  by  love  ; 
And  thine  eternal  kingdom  {lands, 
Though  rocks  and  hills  remove. 

PSALM  CXLV.  ver.  7,  &e.  Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 

The  goodnefs  of  God. 

I    QWEET  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace, 
O  My  God,  my  heav'nly  King  : 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteoufnefs 
In  founds  of  glory  fing. 

a  God  reigns  on  high,  but  ne'er  confines 
His  goodnefs  to  the  ikies  ; 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  fnines. 
And  ev'ry  want  fupplies. 

3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 

On  thee  for  daily  food, 
Thy  lib'ral  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  thy  compaffions,  Lord  f 

How  flow  thine  anger  moves  ! 
But  foon  he  fends  his  pard'ning  word 
To  cheer  the  fouls  he  loves. 

5  Creatures,  with  all  their  endlefs  race, 

Thy  pow'r  and  praife  proclaim  ; 
But  faints,  that  tafte  thy  richer  grace, 
Delight  to  blefs  thy  name. 

PSALM    CXLV.  ver.  14,  17,  fcrV.  Third  patt. 
Common  Metre. 

Mercy  to  f offerers  ;    or,    God  hearing  prayer. 
I    T    ET  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak, 
-Li   Thou  fov'reign  Lord  of  all ; 
Thy  ftrength'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raife  the  poor  that  fall. 

a  "When  forrow  bows  the  fpirit  down, 
Or  virtue  lies  diftrefs'd 
Beneath  fome  proud  oppreffcr's  frown, 
Thou  giv'ft  the  mourner's  reft. 


PSALMS.  S7i 

3  The  Lord  fupports  our  finking  days, 

And  guides  our  giddy  youth  : 
Holy  and  juft  are  all  his  ways, 
And  all  his  words  are  truth. 

4  He  knows  the  pain  his  fervants  feel ; 

He  hears  his  children  cry, 
And  their  beft  wifh.es  to  fulfil 
His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

5  His  mercy  never  fhall  remove 

From  men  of  heart  fincere ; 
He  faves  the  fouls  whofe  humble  love 
Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 
[6  His  ftubborn  foes  his  fword  fhall  flay, 
And  pierce  their  hearts  with  pain ; 
But  none  that  ferve  the  Lord  fhall  fay, 
"  They  fought  his  aid  in  vain."] 

[7  My  lips  fhall  dwell  upon  his  praife, 
And  fpread  his  fame  abroad; 
Let  all  the  fons  of  Adam  raife- 
The  honors  of  their  God.] 

PSALM    CXLVI.  Long  Metre. 
Praife  to    God  for  his  goodnefs    and  truth, 

1  T>RAISE  ye  the  Lord,  my  heart  fhall  join 
X     In  work  fo  pleafant,  fo  divine  ; 

Now  while  the  flefh  is  mine  abode, 
And  when  my  foul  afcends  to  God. 

2  Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobleft  pow'rs, 
While  immortality  endures ; 

My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being,  laft. 

3  Why  fhould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  ? 
Princes  muft  die  and  turn  to  duft  ; 

Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  power. 
And  thoughts,  all  vanifh  in  an  hour. 

4  Happy  the  man,  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  Ifrael's  God  :  He  made  the  fky, 
And  earth,  and  feas,  with  all  their  train  ; 
And  none  fhall  find  his  promife  vain. 


374  PSALM  S. 

5  His  truth  forever  ftands  fecure  ; 

He  faves  th'  opprefs'd,  he  feeds  the  poor  ; 
•  He  fends  the  lab'ring  confcience  peace  : 
And  grants  the  pris'ner  fweet  releafe. 

6  The  Lord  to  fight  reftores  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  mind ;' 
He  helps  the  fcranger  in  diftrcfs, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs. 

7  He  loves  the  faints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell ; 
Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns ; 

Praife  him  in  everlafting  ftrains. 

PSALM    CXLVII.    As  the  u3th  Pfalm. 
Praife  to  God  for  his  gooduefs  and  truth. 

1  T'LL  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath  ; 
1   And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 

Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobler  powers  : 
My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being,  laft, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Why  fliould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  ? 
Frinces  muft  die  and  turn  to  duft  ; 

_  Vain  is  the  help  of  fltfh  and  blood ; 
Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  pow'r, 
And  thoughts  all  vanifh  in  an  hour ; 

Nor  can  they  make  their  promife  good. 

3  Happy  the  man  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  Ifrael's  God  :   He  made  the  fky, 

And  earth,  and  feas,  with  all  their  train : 
His  truth  forever  ftands  fecure  ; 
He  faves  th'  opprefs'd,  he  feed's  the  poor, 

And  none  fhall  find  his  promife  vain. 

4  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  mind  ; 

He  fends  the  lab'ring  confcience  peace  : 
He  helps  the  ftranger  in  diftrefs, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs, 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  fweet  releafe. 


PSALMS.  27J 

5  He  loves  his  faints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell ; 

Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns; 
Let  ev'ry  tongue,  let  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage  ; 

Praife  him  in  everlafting  ftrains. 

9  I'll  praife  him  while  he  lends  me  breath ; 
And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 

Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobler  powers  : 
My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  laft, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

P  S  A  L  M    CXLVII.    Firft  part.  Long  Metre. 
The  divine  nature,  providence,  and  grace. 

1  X) RAISE  ye  the  Lord  :   'tis  good  to  raife 
JL      Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praife  : 
His  nature  and  his  works  invite 

To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

2  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerufalem, 
And  gathers  nations  to  his  name  : 
His  mercy  melts  the  ftubborn  foul, 
And  makes  the  broken  fpirit  whole. 

3  He  form'd  the  ftars,  thofe  heav'nly  flames, 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names  : 
His  fov' reign  wifdom  knows  no  bound, 

A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd. 

a  Great  is  our  Lord,  and  great  his  might 
And  all  his  glories  infinite  ; 
He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  juft, 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  duft. 
PAUSE. 
5  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high, 

Who  fprsads  his  clouds  around  the  fky  ; 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  lets  the  drops  defcend  in  vain. 
j&  He  makes  the  grafs  the  hills  adorn, 

And  clothes  the  fmiling  field  with  corn  | 
The  beafts  with  food  his  hands  fupply, 
And  feeds  the  ravens  when  they  cry. 


a7°"  PSALMS. 

7  What  is  the  creature's  fkill  or  force, 
The  vig'rous  man,  the  warlike  horfe, 
The  fprightly  wit,  the  active  Lmb ! 
All  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

8  But  faints  are  lovely  in  his  fight ; 
He  views  his  children  with  delight ; 
He  fees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear, 
And  finds  and  loves  his  image  there. 

PSALM    CXLVII.    Second  part.    Long  Metre. 

Summer  and  -winter. 
I   T    ET  Zion  praife  the  mighty  God, 

-L<  And  make  his  honors  known  abroad; 

For  fweet  the  joy  our  fongs  to  raife, 

And  glorious  is  the  work  of  praife. 
a  Our  children  live  fecure  and  blefs'd  ; 

Our  fhores  have  peace,  our  cities  reft  ; 

He  feeds  our  fons  with  fineft  wheat, 

And  adds  his  bleffings  to  their  meat.' 

3  The  changing  feafons  he  ordains, 
The  early  and  the  latter  rains ; 

His  flakes  of  fnow  like  wool  he  fends, 
And  thus  the  fpringing  corn  defends. 

4  With  hoary  froft  he  ftrews  the  ground ; 
His  hail  defcends  with  dreadful  found  : 
His  icy  bands  the  rivers  hold, 

And  terror  arms  his  wintry  cold. 

5  He  bids  the  warmer  breezes  blow  ; 
The  ice  diffolves,  the  waters  flow  : 
But  he  hath  nobler  works  and  ways 
To  call  his  people  to  his  praife. 

6  Thro'  all  our  States  his  laws  are  fhown  ; 
His  gofpel  through  the  nation  known ; 
He  hath  not  thus  reve#d  his  word 

To  ev'ry  land  :   Praife  ye  the  Lord. 

PSALM  CXLVII.  ver.  7.-9,  t  3,_i  8.  Common  Metre. 

The  feafons  cf  the  year. 
1   \/^TITH  fongs  and  honors  founding  loud 
V  V     Addrefs  the  Lord  on  high  ; 
Over  the  heav'ns  he  fpreads  hit  clouds 
And  waters  veil  the  fky. 


'PSALMS.  2-jf 

1   He  fends  his  fhow'rs  of  bleffing  down 
To  cheer  the  plains  below ; 
He  makes  the  grafs  the  mountains  crown, 
And  corn  in  vallies  grow. 

3  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat, 

He  hears  the  ravens'  cry ; 
But  man,  who  taftes  his  fineft  wheat, 
Should  raife  his  honors  high. 

4  His  Heady  counfels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year  ; 
He  bids  the  fun  cut  fhort  his  race, 
And  wint'ry  days  appear. 

5  His  hoary  froft,  his  fleecy  fnow, 

Defcend  and  clothe  the  ground ; 
The  liquid  ftreams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

6  When,  from  his  dreadful  Acres  on  high* 

He  pours  the  founding  hail, 
The  wretch  that  dares  his  God  defy 
Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 

7  He  fends  his  word  and  melts  the  fnow, 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  : 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blew, 
And  bids  the  fpring  return.- 

8  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  eloud, 

Obey  his  mighty  word  : 
With  fongs  and  honors  founding  loud, 
Praife  ye  the  fov'reign  Lord. 

PSALM    CXLVIII.     Proper  Metre. 

Praife  to  God  from  all  creatures. 

I   "^^E  tribes  of  Adam,  ja|h 

X     With  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  feas> 
And  offer  notes  divine 

To  your  Creator's  praife. 
Ye  holy  throng 
Of  angels  bright 
In  worlds  of  light 
Begin  the  fong. 


278  PSALM  s: 

2  Thou  fun,  with  dazzling  rays, 

And  moon,  that  rules  the  night, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife, 

With  ftars  of  twinkling  light*- 
His  pow'r  declare, 
Ye  floods  on  high, 
And  clouds  that  fly 
In  empty  air. 

3  The  {hining  worlds  above 

In  glorious  order  ftand, 
Or  in  fwift  courfes  move 

By  his  fupreme  command. 
He  fpake  the  word, 
And  all  their  frame 
From  nothing  came, 

To  praife  the  Lord. 

4  He  mov'd  their  mighty  wheels 

In  unknown  ages  paft, 
And  each  his  word  fulfils 

While  time  and  nature  laft. 
In  different  ways 
His  works  proclaim 
His  wondrous  name, 

And  fpeak  his  praife. 

PAUSE. 

j   Let  all  the  earth-born  race, 

And  monfters  of  the  deep,. 
The  fifh  that  cleave  the  feas, 
Or  in  their  bofom  fleep, 

From  fea  and  more. 
Their  tribute  pay, 
And  ftill  difplay 

Thj«  Maker's  pow'r. 

4  Ye  vapors,  ha^and  fnow, 

Praife  ye  th'  almighty  Lord ; 
Ancl  ftormy  winds  that  blow 
To  execute  his  word. 

When  lightnings  fhine, 
Or  thunders  roar, 
Let  earth  adore 

His  hand  divine. 


PSALMS.  279 

7  Ye  mountains  near  the  fkies, 

With  lofty  cedars  there, 
And  trees  of  humbler  fize, 

That  fruit  in  plenty  bear  ; 

Beafts,  wild  and  tame, 
Birds,  flies,  and  worms, 
In  various  forms, 
Exalt  his  name. 

8  Ye  kings,  and  judges,  fear 

The  Lord,  the  fov' reign  king  ; 
And  while  you  rule  us  here, 
His  heav'nly  honors  fing  : 
Nor  let  the  dream 
Of  pow'r  and  ftate 
Make  you  forget 

His  pow'r  fupreme. 

9  Virgins  and  youths,  engage 

To  found  his  praife  divine, 
While  infancy  and  age 

Their  feeble  voices  join. 
Wide  as  he  reigns 
His  name  be  fung 
By  ev'ry  tongue 

In  endlefs  {trains. 

10  Let  all  the  nations  fear 

The  God  that  rules  above  ; 
He  brings  his  people  near, 

And  makes  them  tafte  his  love ; 
While  earth  and  fky 
Attempt  his  praife, 
His  faints  fhall  raife 
His  honors  high. 

PSALM    CXLVIII.    Paraphrafed.    Long  Metre. 

Univerfal  praife  to  God. 
I   T    OUD  hallelujahs  to  thS.ord, 

-Li   From  diftant  worlds  where  creatures  dwell ; 
Let  heav'n  begin  the  fcleinn  word, 

And  found  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 
Note,    This  Pfalm  may  be  fung  to  the  tune  of  the  old 
Jl2th  orizyth  Pfalm i  if  thefc  fWQ  lines  be  aided  to  every 
flanzaJ  viz, 

z 


ag0  PSALMS, 

"  Each  of  his  works  his  name  difplays, 
"  But  they  can  ne'er  complete  the  praife." 

Otberivife  it  mujl  be  fung   to     the   nfual  tunes   of  tht  Lonj 

Metre.    . 
a  The  Lord  !  how  abfolute  he  reigns ! 
Let  ev'ry  angel  bend  the  knee  : 
Sing  of  his  love  in  heav'nly  {trains, 

And  fpeak  how  fierce  his  terrors  be. 

3  High  on  a  throne  his  glories  dwell, 

An  awful  throne  of  mining  blifs  : 
Fly  through  the  world,  O  fun,  and  tell 

How  dark  thy  beams  compar'd  to  his. 

4  Awake,  ye  tempefts,  and  his  fame 

In  founds  of  dreadful  praife  declare ; 
Let  the  fweet  whifper  of  his  name 
Fill  ev'ry  gentler  breeze  of  air. 

5  Let  clouds,  and  winds,  and  waves  agree 

To  join  their  praife  with  blazing  fire  ; 
Let  the  firm  earth,  and  rolling  fea 
In  this  eternal  fong  confpire. 

6  Ye  fiow'ry  plains,  proclaim  his  fkill ; 

Ye  vallies,  fink  before  his  eye  : 
And  let  his  praife  from  ev'ry  hill 
-     Rife  tuneful  to  the  neighboring  fky. 

7  Ye  ftubborn  oaks,  and  {lately  pines, 

Bend  your  high  branches  and  adore  : 
Praife  him,  ye  beafts,  in  different  ftrains  : 
The  lamb  muft  bleat,  the  lion  roar. 

%  Ye  birds,  his  praile  muft  be  your  theme, 

Who  form'd  to  fong  your  tuneful  voice  i 
While  the  dumb  fifh  that  cut  the  ftream 
In  his  protecting  care  rejoice. 

9  Mortals,  can  youifefrain  your  tongue, 
When  nature  all  around  you  fings  ? 
O  !  for  a  fhout  from  old  and  young, 

From  humble  fwains,  and  lofty  kings. 

to  Wide  as  his  vaft  dominion  lies, 

Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known  ; 
Loud  as  his  thunder  fhout  his  praife, 
And  found  it  lofty  at  his  throne. 


PSALMS.  *8i 

II  Jehovah  !  'tis  a  glorious  word  ! 

O  may  it  dwell  on  every  tongue  ! 
But  faints,  who  belt  have  known  the  Lord, 
Are  bound  to  raife  the  nobleft  foftg. 

JZ  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 

Which  Gabriel  plays  on  ev'ry  chord  ; 
From  all  below  and  all  above, 
Sing  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord. 

PSALM     CXLV1IT.     Short  Metre, 

Univerfal  p raife* 

I  T    ET  ev'ry  creature  join 

X^t  To  praife  th'  eternal  God ; 
Ye  heav'nly  hofts,  the  fong  begin, 
And  found  his  name  abroad. 

a  Thou  fun  with  golden  beams, 

And  moon  with  paler  rays, 
Ye  ftarry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praiie. 

3  He  built  thofe  worlds  above, 

And  fix'd  their  wondrcus  frame  ; 
By  his  command  they  ftand  or  move, 
And  ever  fpeak  his  name. 

4  Ye  vapors  when  ye  rife, 

Or  fall  in  fhow'rs  or  fnow, 
Ye  thunders  murm'ring  round  the  Ikies, 
His  pow'r  and  glory  fhow. 

5  Wind,  hail,  and  flaming  fire, 

Agree  to  praife  the  Lord, 
When  ye  in  dreadful  ftorms  confpire 
To  execute  his  word. 

$  By  all  his  works  above 

His  honors  be  exprefsM, 
But  faints,  that  tafte  his  faving  love, 
Should  fing  his  praifes  bell. 

PAUSE   the  firft. 
7  Let  earth  and  ocean  know 

•  They  owe  their  Maker  praife  ; 
Praife  him,  ye  wat'ry  worlds  below, 
And  monflers  of  the  feas. 


»8*  PSALMS, 

8  From  mountains  near  the  Iky 

Let  his  high  praife  refound — 

From  humble  fhrubs,  and  cedars  high, 

And  vaks  and  fields  around. 

9  Ye  lions  of  the  wood, 

And  tamer  beafts  that  graze, 
Ye  live  upon  his  daily  food, 

And  he  expedls  your  praife. 

10  Ye  birds  of  lofty  wing, 

On  high  his  praifes  bear ; 
Of  fit  on  flowery  boughs,  and  ftng 
Your  Maker's  glory  there. 

11  Ye  reptile  myriads,  join 

T'  exalt  his  glorious  name, 
And  flies,  in  beauteous  forms  that  fliine, 
His  wondrous  flcill  proclaim. 
I  a  By  all  the  earth-born  race, 
His  honors  be  exprefs'd ; 
But  faints,  that  know  his  heav'nly  grace5 
Should  learn  to  praife  him  beft. 

PAUSE  the  fecond. 

13  Monarchs  of  wide  command, 

Praife  ye  th'  eternal  king — 
Judges  adore  that  fov'reign  hand, 
Whence  all  your  honors  fpring. 

14  Let  vigorous  youth  engage 

To  found  his  praifes  high  ; 
While  growing  babes  and  withering  age 
Their  feebler  voices  try. 

15  United  zeal  be  mown 

His  wondrous  fame  to  raife  ; 
God  is  the  Lord ;  his  name  alone 
Defer ves  our  endlefs  praife. 

16  Let  nature  join  with  art, 

And  all  pronounce  him  bleft, 
But  faints,  that  dwell  fo  near  his  heart, 
Should  fing  his  praifes  beft. 


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PSALMS.  383 

PSALM    CXLIX.    Common  Metre. 

fraife  God,  all  his  faints  ;    or,  The  faints  judging  the  ivorld. 

I     \  LL  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  rejoice, 
S\.  And  let  your  fongs  he  new  ; 
Amidft  the  church  with  cheerful  voice 
His  later  wonders  fhew. 

%  The  Jews,  the  people  of  his  grace, 
Shall  their  Redeemer  fing ; 
And  Gentile  nations  join  the  praife, 
While  Zion  owns  her  king. 

3  The  Lord  takes  pleafure  in  the  juft, 

Whom  finners  treat  with  fcorn  : 
The  meek  that  lie  defpis'd  in  duft, 
Salvation  fhall  adorn. 

4  Saints  mould  he  joyful  in  their  king, 

E'en  on  a  dying  bed  : 
And  like  the  fouls  in  glory  fing, 
For  God  fhall  raife  the  dead. 

5  Then  his  high  praife  fhall  fill  their  tongues, 

Their  hand  fhall  wield  the  fword  : 
And  vengeance  fhall  attend  their  fongs, 
The  vengeance  of  the  Lord. 

6  When  Chrift  his  judgment-feat  afcends, 

And  bids  the  world  appear, 
Thrones  are  prepar'd  for  all  his  friends, 
Who  humbly  lov'd  him  here. 

7  Then  fhall  they  rule  with  iron  rod, 

Nations  that  dar'd  rebel  : 

And  join  the  fentence  of  their  God, 

On  tyrants  doomed  to  hell. 

3  The  royal  finners,  bound  in  chains, 
New  triumph  fhall  afford  : 
Such  honor  for  the  faints  remains  : 
Praife  ye,  and  love  the  Lord, 


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284  PSALMS. 

PSALM    CL.    ver.  1, 2,  6.    Common  Metre. 
d  fong  of  praife. 

1  TN  God's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praife, 
X   His  grace  he  there  reveals ; 

To  heav'n  your  joy  and  wonder  raife, 
For  there  his  glory  dwells. 

2  Let  all  your  facred  paflions  move, 

While  you  rehearfe  his  deeds  ; 
But  the  great  work  of  faving  love 
Your  higheft  praife  exceeds. 

3  All  that  have  motion,  life  and  breath, 

Proclaim  your  Maker  blefs'd ; 
Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  death, 
My  foul  fhall  praife  him  beft. 

The  CHRISTIAN  DOXOLOGY. 
Long  Metre. 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  three  in  one, 
Be  honor,  praife,  and  glory  giv'n 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

Common  Metre. 

LET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son. 
And  Spirit  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord. 

Common  Metre.      Where  the  tune  includes  ttvojianzas. 

THE  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd, 
Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death, 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  word, 
A  new-creating  breath. 

II. 

To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  all  divine, 
The  one  in  three,  and  three  in  one, 

Let  faint$  and  angels  join. 


PSALMS. 
Short  Metre. 

YE  angels,  round  the  throne, 
And  faints  that  dwell  below, 
■yVorlhip  the  Father,  praife  the  Son, 
And  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 

As  the  113^  Pfalm. 

NOW  to  the  great  and  facred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  praife  and  glory  giv'n, 
Thro'  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known, 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 

And  all  the  faints  in  earth  and  heav'n. 

As  the  148^  Pfalm. 

TO  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpetual  honors  raife ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 

To  God  the  Spirit  praife  : 
With  all  our  powers, 
Eternal  king, 
Thy  name  we  fing, 
While  faith  adores. 


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